Just like Ponyboy

by theultimateoutsider

This is something I've been thinking about, and then I wrote this short poem. It's about me, but it has to do with the Outsiders. I think a lot, or at least some people on this site have felt this way too.

I am like Ponyboy

Just a nice person, trying

To make it on the street

But they are trying to make me bleed

I've never harmed no one. Just kept quiet

Just wanted to make it, studied hard, never quit tryin'

I'm not like them rich kids, but I'm no hood

I like sunsets and all that is gold and good

Never carried a blade,

Almost never touched a drink

But being this way

Is way harder than you may think

Like I'm stuck in the middle

I'm not like Dal

If he doesn't like you

You better run away, pal

I ain't like Two-Bit

He drowns unhappiness in his beer

Not like Darry, he just sees facts

No emotions, and to him all is clear

I keep all that bothers me, bottled up inside

I still try to do what is right

But what IS right? When doing the right thing gets you nowhere

And you see others cheat their way to the top, and no one even care

I guess I really was naive

And I allowed them make me bleed

But no more of that

I get it now

So I got to change

Just not sure how.