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Life of a "Goth"…?

You see me in the corner, huddled in a ball,
Me and all my friends loiter at the mall.
I pretend to like knives and drag them on my skin,
Just enough to make a drop of blood come from within.
Only a light scar, but dark enough to see,
To show off just how suicidal I can be.
I draw stars inside circles on my hand,
I don't know what it means, but it's the symbol of my band.
In my metal group, I play my bass,
And I use black eyeliner to draw three sixes on my face.
I can't gauge my ear, so my earring isn't real,
I'm so depressed; no one knows how I feel.
I write pathetic poems about how I hate my family,
I can't do what I want and they'll never understand me.
I buy my clothes from Hot Topic because it's cool,
Even though I have friends, I choose to sit by myself in school.
The other black-haired kids call me a poser and a mistake,
But they're not like me because I'm Goth, and they're the ones who are Fake.

Description
Life of a "Goth"…?

You see me in the corner, huddled in a ball,
Me and all my friends loiter at the mall.
I pretend to like knives and drag them on my skin,
Just enough to make a drop of blood come from within.
Only a light scar, but dark enough to see,
To show off just how suicidal I can be.
I draw stars inside circles on my hand,
I don't know what it means, but it's the symbol of my band.
In my metal group, I play my bass,
And I use black eyeliner to draw three sixes on my face.
I can't gauge my ear, so my earring isn't real,
I'm so depressed; no one knows how I feel.
I write pathetic poems about how I hate my family,
I can't do what I want and they'll never understand me.
I buy my clothes from Hot Topic because it's cool,
Even though I have friends, I choose to sit by myself in school.
The other black-haired kids call me a poser and a mistake,
But they're not like me because I'm Goth, and they're the ones who are Fake.