The scene began to change and it happened rapidly. Punk was heading mainstream, and the people who used to abuse me in school started dressing alternatively and going to the clubs. The clothes I wore, and the music I listened to were now accepted.
Now that Punk was becoming “trendy,” I started to lose interest.
All the people who used to put me down for being different were now kissing up to me. It was all so hypocritical. The kids who were now going to the clubs were the ones I was trying to get away from. They were following another trend. Their reasons for being a punk were not the same as my reasons.
I didn’t want to hang out with these individuals who would start a fight for no reason, yet acted like they were so cool. Besides that, my friends were changing, too. Things were getting depressing on the streets. A few committed suicide because they couldn’t see a way out of their misery. They were tired of not being understood, and they didn’t know how to deal with their alienation. These were teens, who, with the right people around them to turn to for advice, could have had a future.
Instead, they ended it all.