A Disguise Poem by Desiree Whitamore

my mom and dad, they don't really understand me.
i like to be alone, but thats not how they raised me.
i listen to my music
i've always loved the hard rock.
they don't understand why i fight the way i'm brought up
i hate the jocks, preps, the stupid freaking posers.
they think they're sad but they've got daddy's stupid limos.
riding to school in a new jaguar.
i'm lucky just to get my dads old car.
i'd like to escape to a new town
somewhere i never get let down
my whole life's just a big disguise
a metal mask to hide my cries
i've got a hunch, somethings going on now
i swear people judge every little meltdown
maybe i'm afraid of being scared
a little case of: 'it's not fair! '