To be a Goth girl

 

I am the stereotype that rules your closed mind

I am the girl who’s not mentally sound

I am a species of a different kind

To your distorted view; I am bound

 

I am the girl who looks in the mirror

To find a mask of black tears

The key I own will not fit any door

But behind them is only fear

 

Do you know how awful it is?

To feel that your life’s a mistake

To taste the nectar of death is my wish

I don’t ever want to wake

 

I see a panorama of dark and death

To which I am betrothed

This black world will take my last breath

Why am I so alone?

 

By gemma lansdowne