looking back on high school

i wore a headband, and two shoes that were made of leather, and sweat,
while yours were made of money. my shirts didn't fit properly,
and you wouldn't let me get away with geniality.

i was too afraid to be myself, or anyone else, because my
acting skills weren't up to par, and i was
constantly
on
stage.

i'm not a punk, i'm not a goth, i'm not free,
just trapped by the reality
of your netherworld.