they say i´m a punk,
they said it out loud,
and when all people turned
and looked at me,
they all agreed.
i got ugly shoes,
dirty socks and bad hair,
they say i don´t care
about anything but myself,
they say i can´t handle consequences,
and that i´m inmature,
they say i´m a rebel,
a loser with a label.

i don´t talk a lot,
they might not be wrong,
but i hate it when they say it,
they tag me like a dog.
they keep saying it,
and it makes me belive it.

they say i´m a punk
and they don´t like the idea,
i should be a princess,
i should always be happy,
walk like a model and smile,
get a boyfriend,
friends, a life.
don´t have ideas,
do what they tell you,