another poem

[Guest guest]

With every " swish, swish " of your corduroy pants,

I am vexed more and more.

With every clatter of the dishes,

You drive me more and more insane.

With each clearing of your throat,

and every forceful stomp you walk,

I lose my patience.

With every comment I make,

you lose your willpower to put up with me.

With every complaint I make,

you create a new punishment for me,

hoping that something will pull me back

into your world.

With every pout I make,

you smite me with your iron glare.

But do you really think I care

when I'm this tortured, pained, and hurt

by nearly every stimulus you create.

I know more and more that I will be

sent away from " normal " society.

But you can't see that.

You think " Why not? "

I think " Why? "

You see a could-be child

just a bit off-stray.

I see a could-be child,

right in the middle of the path to actual freedom

from this so called " free country "

that is tied to the roots of tradition,

shackled to the beats of pop culture.

But my song has a different beat,

and I want to be free

to be who I want to be.

comments? I know I change topic in the third stanza and this poem's a

bit more for teens (since I am one), but how is it otherwise?

writing's helped me a lot lately.