so many people,
all judging,
eyes on me,
never daring,
never caring.
Whatd i do?
All i did was be myself?
all they wanna do is break me,
make me dark.
So they have a reason to point and stare, call me a freak.
They laugh at me.
Why do they judge?
I never judged,
no,
but instead all they can think,
is hey,
they stand out,
theyre themselves.
So I am laughed at joked about,
but who cares?
it's just me?
Just that gothic walking along,
letting his darkness seclude him into nothingness.