Mediocre Teenage Misfit

When I was fifteen I was just an average kid.

Without friends but with fire in my heart.

I spent hours in my room only me and my guitar.

Listening to punk rock was the only way out.

I was trying to socialize but that mission soon failed.

I was longing to become one of those who prevailed.

I was strong enough to say what I feel,

I was dumb enough to think they would kneel,

I was cheeky enough to ask for a change,

And blinded to see that I was in a cage.

When I was seventeen my life had just begun.

With a lot of friends I felt lost so many times.

I knew there was a tiny place built for me.

But filling it with people crushed my intimacy.

I was trying to fit my shoes but the pain remained the same.

I was searching for a guiding voice but the sound never came.

All this history composed the person I am.

All this misery carved the grown-up man.

All those experiences built this tower of words.

With a faded picture of my face on its top.