Want to be.

(*Note, Not a good poem, I got really bored and I have a headache, I didn't even bother rereading it to see if the whole thing linked together.)

Far away is where I want to be.
Not here, not now, I don't have the time,
I must leave right now,
It's so hard to be myself in this dumb city,
Everyday is all the same,
I try to make things exciting.
But what more can I do?
When all there is to do,
Is gossiping, which I hate.
The average teen and their vocab's,
"Emo" is the trend.
I'm so sick of everything so typical,
I want to be different.
As hard as I try,
My label will not leave,
I am left be the goofy, strange kid.
With a sigh I end this,
Everything will be the same,
But maybe in about twenty years,
There will a difference.