Why do you label me?
Why do you call me a gothic freak?
Why do you say I'm in denial of being goth
When your the one who's ignorant.
Labels are for the unintelligent and close minded
So shut your flapping mouths and leave me alone.
I know the truth of the matter
Because you white trash losers do not know me.
You do not know the hell I go through everyday
You do not know my bravery, my strength
You do not know the criticism I get
Or the looks of hate.
You do not know me
and never will.
Its a sad reality, but its getting to a point where we seem to be labelling everybody. Its wrong, its far from right but things arent going to change. I dont think people realise how much it affects others to be labelled. We know who and what we are, it really doesnt matter what other people want to think of us as. I really enjoyed this poem because it was real and had true emotion in it. All the best.