It’s partially an expression of my teenage angst, but mostly it’s a moo cow

I'm a square peg 

that never will fit

I'm the invisible boy

no one will miss

I'm not popular

nobody knows my name

But they are quick to notice 

if I have crooked bangs

My clothes are hand-me-downs

I'm not good at sports

While the prom king and queen wear plastic crowns

Mine feels like it's made of thorns

"Why are you so sad?" they implore

"These are the best years of your life"

Best is a relative term for sure

I've never been the grateful type