'Cool' kids like to think they're hot stuff
And everyone else ain't cool enough.
We're supposed to follow their bullshit fads.
You know man, that's pretty sad.
They call me a fool
'Cause I never cared what's 'cool'.
They won't give me a chance
They say that I'm sick.
'Cause I won't sell-out,
I won't be a trendy prick.
Life's not what they think.
They're not always what they seem.
It appears they love
To mess with my self-esteem.
I'm not what they think
Life's not what they've thought.
I am who I am
And I do what I want.
When will individuality come into style?
I hope it won't be a while.
I don't need the 'cool' kids
I've got better friends.
I don't care for the 'cool' crowd
And all of their bullshit trends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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