Staring at the tall mirror
As I fix my shirt’s collar
Wondering if I am good enough
I know that life is very tough
Feeding fussy babies and kids
Not enough to survive this
Getting A’s and B’s at every class
Volunteering to bust off my ass
Wearing glasses instead of contacts
Bullies come to me to attack
I’m not emo, but my life sucks
Everything is all too much
Teachers gave me hate
I don’t even want to date
I don’t like anybody in school
Everybody is just so cruel
I’ll never be class president
Or a cheerleader on the bench
I’m sorry I’m not popular
I earn tips by playing guitar
I’m sorry I’m not Taylor Swift
At least I have a gift
I love to read college-level books
I don’t care about my looks
I get most answers correct
St. Francis College is what I accept
I don’t need friends, I’m the loner
I won’t complain and be a moaner
Writing in my diary is how I cope
Being a famous writer is what I hope
Not sorry for listening to Marilyn Manson
I prefer Hard Rock music with sin
Not sorry for wearing black all the time
I don’t like wearing bright colors to shine
Not sorry for drowning you with headphones
I just want to listen to Death Metal alone
Not sorry that I was a vegan
I won’t be on my knees begging
To be noticed and getting attention
I don’t need all that inclination
Don’t care what anyone else thinks
Fuck them, let them drown and sink
This is my life, I’m holding it in
This is how my life is in Brooklyn