Misunderstood

by Lovetoread75

A poem about greasers. It's in first person but I don't know whose POV it is. Any greaser could've written this. Let me know what you think, this is the first poem of this sort that I've written so please don't be harsh with your reviews, thanks:)

MISUNDERSTOOD

Wake up, go outside

I'm met by the bright sunlight

The weekend's here so are my buddies

And today we are gonna have a party

We are going to get really loud

You are going to hear guitar sounds

The sun's our friend shining for us

And when the sun sets we will look at the stars

These friends of mine are my family

Together we can defeat any enemy

Whatever the cause they are by my side

They've been with me since the beginning of time

On the wrong side of the tracks we grew up together

Each of these men to me is like a brother

Poor as dirt we are free as a bird

This is our life and this is our world

And no matter what we will stay this way

We will be like this till the end of our days

Not going to sell out our free souls

All we need is a guitar and our rock 'n' roll

No matter what not going to be slaves

To money and wealth and fortune and fame

And no matter what troubles life throws our way

We will persevere and we will prevail

So today we are going to have fun

No matter what we have already won

So you can call us lost and misunderstood

No matter what troubles we know life's good