I sit silently on my bed
Unhappiness rears its ugly head
Dreaming of the good old days
Of rebellious thoughts and wicked ways
Of why my attitudes have changed
Why my thoughts have rearranged
And why I still feel it weren’t all bad
Because of the good times that i had
What is life, if not to have fun?
Should I relent of the bad I have done?
Or should I not mind what others may say
And just live my life in my own little way?
And what if I do things that others condemn?
Should I change me to fit in with them?