That Creepy Goth

July 14, 2008
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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changerswriter said...
Jun. 18, 2011 at 11:09 pm

Amazing and completely true! People are so judgemental.


VengeanceGirl said...
May 19, 2011 at 12:19 am
Beautiful poem.
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