All I Can Be

I know that I'm fuked up,
many people see me as twisted or sick...
but maybe your the fuked up one,
maybe your twisted and sick...
ever thought of it that way???
didn't think so.
just because I'm not like you,
just because i let my colors run true,
doesn't mean I'm the abnormal one.
people are all ways trying to categorize me...
but i am beyond words,
i am in no category but my own...
tongue,
nose,
ears,
and eye brow pierced...
i sit in 7th period,
in my Hollister sweatshirt,
and
juicy couture jeans...
i stare at the clock...
my Dooney and Bourke purse by my side...
I'm a preppy punk rocker, that i wont hide
side-kick and MP3 player right inside,
blond hair,
with hot pink streaks...
the teachers stare,
then their a** i will beat...
walk back to my locker,
flip the principal the bird,
tick off an entire locker room of seniors,
with out saying a word...
people say rumors about me...
and sh*t they do talk ,
but nothing stops me...
and you know what,
i wouldn't have it any other way...
because I Am Me,
which is,
All I Can Be...