my father thinks i like nsync my mother thinks that i like pink i wear all black day in/day out yet people still ask me about whether i simply like the look or if it implies i'm a crook they all believe clothes are a mask reflecting peoples destined tasks you wear a trench-coat and you're a goth don't matter if you won't harm a moth and noone really gives a fuck wear a clover, you're labeled 'luck' they won't believe i don't eat meat because of the shoes on my feet does simply wearing fake snakeskin really make it some kind of sin? they think that i can not love God because of my outer facade and they don't realize they're the ones who make us break out all the guns it is hard to put up with this be tormented for liking KISS i dont bug you for wearing yellow some of you could be good fellows if you'd open up your narrow minds it wouldn't leave you in a bind wouldnt kill you to once say hello to someone you think is gay how can you judge someone you've never known? you could be alike down to the bone so next time dont just gawk and stare take a breath and walk over there say hello to the freak wearing all black they'll most likely be polite back just try it out and you will see how nice some people can really be you might be surprised; take it from me.
Reason for writing:
more pricky people
Birth sign: Cancer
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