The vanity of the ideal Youth.

By SqueakyDuck

Tue, 04 May 2010
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Where has respect disappeared too?
I search everyday
Through youths with no manners
Who put teenagers to shame?

They talk of such nonsense
Vanity and blame
Hurt by their chores
Or boys with no brains.

Where to get drunk
Or who to victimise
Who is different?
Another loner to despise

Who’s proud to be unique?
Who’s proud to be ideal?
For ideal is of those
Who aim to please the crowds.

Follow as a sheep
Or make your own path
I choose to be strange
A loner and daft.

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Comments

Submitted by yassin on
i choose to be strange too, good poem.good luck

Submitted by SqueakyDuck on
Ta :) P.Connelly

SqueakyDuck

Submitted by kheldar on
I have spent my entire life as an outsider, your poem makes that seem so much more appealing. A gritty poem that sums up a modern truth. Kheldar :--)

cool

Submitted by SqueakyDuck on

Thank you!

SqueakyDuck

Submitted by darkenwolf on
I've always been the outsider; tried to get in sometimes but it never seemed to take guess i should be happy where i am but the grass always looks greener from the other side even when it isn't Brilliant stuff!