The poem showing my permanently rebel nature

Somehow, since my teenage years I have been a rebel. I loved opposing to how most of the people around me thought. 

I was brave enough to share the opinions which were mine but were not popular.

I have always felt being a creep. Someone who does not and cannot fit in. Someone who is different (and not necessarily in a better way). Someone who did not care much about what people thought of me.

Ages ago, back when I had blue highlights in my hair I wrote this poem. Still agree with it )

Here it is:

I don’t need permission to make my own decisions 

I have right to be bold even if I don’t wear gold 

If I dress like a vandal it doesn’t mean 

I can’t wear sandals 

And if I really like Prodigy

it doesn’t mean that I’m crazy 

I don’t really care about what people say

they think I need roots & ties

 But I think otherwise 

If I scream loud when I’m mad

it doesn’t mean that I’m bad 

and if I wanna become independent and rich 

it doesn’t mean that I’m a bitch! 

When I was writing stuff similar to this, Radiohead's Creep was one of my favourite songs. I adored the sounds and I totally fell every single word in it.... and of course I screamed parallel on the top of my lungs.