Why Can’t I

Why Can’t I?

This society is driving me mad!

I can no longer stand this incredulous

Resistance towards everything new

That is considered to be bad.

I only want to express these feelings of mine!

Though every attempt is stifled.

I wonder why this is so, wouldn’t you?

You encourage us to be different,

Yet you forbid us to step over the lines.

Where are the boundaries?

Where must we stop?

You never told us,

So how should we know?

Our “generation”, you scoff.

What about yours?

Weren’t you the same way?

It was different back, then, better

So you say.

You say that you haven’t forgotten yet,

Those days of endless youth.

Then why don’t you know

What I’m feeling right now

I wonder sometimes, don’t you?

Damn your society and your rules!

Will the world come crashing down

If I dare to paint my short nails black

And dye my beautiful long hair blue?

Don’t you know, they are my nails

This mop on my head is my hair

Is it so hard to believe that I

Will not change in the slightest

From the person for whom you care

Even if I had dared.

So why can’t I?

Hey what’d you think? I wrote this when I was really pissed off at my parents for… well, not letting me dye my hair blue. Please be nice and review! If you read this, I would really like to know what you think, even if it’s flames. Thanks, cya.

-QueSeraSera