A short poem I knocked up inspired by MCR and what they have taught me about being different. Please read and review.
I hate Justin Bieber and every deffinition of Glee,
I love listening to metal and rock and punk whilst atop my tree.
I hate Jack Wills and Primark; I just don't see the appeal,
I love black and band tees; I like to look how I feel.
Foundation makes me blotchy and I would really hate a tan,
But black eyeliner and shadow no longer shock my nan.
My friends may be bubbly and cheerful and chatty,
And just because I don't talk and smile a lot, they think I'm batty.
Whilst some may call me a freak and shameful and ignorant,
I just think "what's wrong with being different?"
A/N: If you were kind enough to read, please be lovely enough to review. :D