I am the proverbial punching bag of my generation.
If you’re ever down on yourself then just come see me and you’ll soon feel a whole lot better about yourself.
I’m one of those kinds of people that will do anything and everything to piss you off, I’m an outsider but it’s entirely by choice.
I could be the one surrounded by hordes of admiring followers, I can be one with the hot girlfriend who everyone wants but is exclusive to only me, and I can be the one who everyone looks to when they need an icon.
But instead I chose the other route, I chose the chains and baggy clothes, I chose apathy and displaced anger as my hallmark.
The heavy music and permanent scowl are now my trade marks.
You want so desperately to ignore me, to pretend that I’m not actually there, but you’ll never be able to forget about me.
My perfectly straight black hair hangs just right, over my overly blue eyes, the fine ends curling around my neck.
I walk with a swagger in my step and a shake in my ass so that you can’t help but stare as I walk past you with a candy scented air of indifference.
I’m the one keeps his head up high when walking past you, whilst everybody else keeps their eyes pinned to their shoes, like they’re the most interesting thing they’ve ever seen in all their lives.
I’m the one who’ll never drop his cocky grin or his sarcastic manner.
You’ll pin me up against the alley way wall but I’ll smirk at you and tease you about following me, I’ll never drop my arrogance.
I’ll be the only who will have ever had you on your knees, I won’t bow down to you like so many others because I know it’s what you’re expecting.
I’ll tell you that either I fuck you or we can both walk away.
When you walk back down the route you followed me from, mumbling under your breath about how you didn’t want me anyways, I’ll simply pull out a Marlboro red and wait patiently for you come back.
You will come back, everyone does.
When your face is pushed harshly into the brick wall, with my arms on either side of you being the only thing you’ll see, I’ll still be smirking, even though you won’t be able to see it.
I won’t touch you, I won’t jerk you off or finger your ass; I’ll fuck you and leave because that’s just the way I am.
I’m better then every person I’ve ever been confronted with, and even they know it.
You’ll slip me sideward glances in the hallways, try to catch my eye, but I’ll only look straight ahead, ignoring you and the scores of other people trying to catch my eye with hope in their hearts.