Black nails,
Clothing all black
But who am I really?
Am I truly what you call goth?
No one.
Writing
Angsty poems,
Turn on the dark music
Flick the lights off, lay in the dark
Thinking
Discuss
Too much talking
Of who I ought to be
And not of who I want to be
Shut up
Someone
You don't know who
It's me, but who am I?
Only who I chose to become
Myself
I am
No one special
Ordinary dark soul
Floundering through puddles of life
Alone
I cry
You don't see it
You're blinded by yourself
By your own ideas of me
So false
Listen
As I tell you
What you're needing to hear
The truth is waiting deep inside
Dig deep
You are
So prejudiced
Hate my clothes, my poems,
Everything that I want to be
Hate me
Let go
Stop your hating
Let me be who I am
Practice the tolerance you preach
Start now
Can't see
Past your own lies
Open the eyes of your mind
See what our world could be without
This hate
Allies
In this battle
Fighting the hate and fear
Replacing it with new friendships
Clean world