Gun To The head

This poem is to all the wannabes, posers and fakers.. who bring embarrassment to the whole stereotype of goths ..punks .. etc..
FAKERS= LOSERS
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I'll hold back tears like i always do.
i'll tell you lies, like i love you.
in a motion of i dont give a flying f^%&.
ive got this twisted feeling in my gut,
i'll follow my own rules till the end i'll t.
with or without the help of a friend.

i follow no one. i dont give a dam.
for these clones and wannabes i can no longer stand.
a bunch of people trying to be someone they're not.
i'll them the truth and it'll hurt in the right spot.

"i dont fit in what do i do?" as they seem to say..
do you think i give a s&^* of what happens to you?

i have my friends who i love the most.
i have the guy i love who turned into loves ghost...
i have my family who have been there for me..

but then theres those f&^%ers who are to f*&^ing blind to see.
its not cool to pose as someone that you're not,
it just brings embarrassment to the
people who are happy with what they got.

the world is f%&$ed with all these posers..wannabes and whiners..
who dont even try to fix whats wrong..
they just complain about their lives...
they take so long....
put a gun to their head and make them feel the real pain..
of wishing you were gone..
Kiss the gun just one last time.
You poser go on see what i do if you start to whine..