The way I look
and the way I dress
does not define me
as the person I am.
In reality,
we are all a bunch of nobodies
trying to become sombodies
from the dust
But as we are kicked
under the feet of those
who have just given up
our title has become defeated.
We are back below the ground
in our world
where no one knows our names
but the know what we look like.
That girl with the pink hair
that boy who looks nervous all the time
that one girl who wears sweatshirts in summer
that one boy who skips school all the time.
We are all a bunch of punk nobodies
looking for a place to be somebody.