"Bad" - Poem

“Bad” I am eleven years old I get grounded a lot I see patterns They don't like when I lie Lying is bad That's what they told me I think The things we do That others don’t like Get labeled as “Bad” They don't understand You could have been Pressured Or influenced You could have never even known Not just actions As well as our goals Get labeled as “bad” Personally Before writing I expressed a goal To my parents Art school Making a career of art I was told it would be a “bad” Or “stupid” career To focus on something More logical Their words crushing to me Making me blue Though i am told the same thing About singing and writing I have a lust to push through To prove them wrong Doing this Proving people wrong Is how I stay motivated If people decide What you are doing is “Bad” Prove them wrong By changing for good Change for yourself Not because others Labeled you as “Bad”