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That Creepy Goth

July 14, 2008
By Anonymous

In the dead of night
I find myself in tears
The only time I can truthfully cry
Without judgement
Without words as sharp as a knife.
The day is my enemy
God must hate me
For I am hurt by everyone.
They tell me that I look like this just for attention
But I am a living piece of art
It is my expression.
And they hate my talent.
Their laughter sticks in my head like velcro
But I swear one day
I will show them all
That I'm not just
That creepy goth girl.


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on Jun. 18 2011 at 11:09 pm
changerswriter GOLD, Rancho Mirage, California
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Amazing and completely true! People are so judgemental.

 


on May. 19 2011 at 12:19 am
VengeanceGirl, Lawrenceburg, Tennessee
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Beautiful poem.