StereotypesI speak my mind,More Like This
So I MUST be a BITCH.
I wear black often and put my eyeliner on thicker than most,
So I MUST be GOTH.
I used to self harm and I don't even know if I'm done yet,
So I MUST be EMO and WANT TO DIE.
I want to dye my hair and I dress oddly,
So I MUST be looking for attention.
So I MUST be RACIST.
I'm part German and I can speak and read some,
So I MUST be a CRAZY NAZI.
I like dark art and literature,
So I MUST be DEPRESSED.
I have a nice body,
So I MUST be a WHORE.
So I MUST be NAIVE.
I love art,
So I MUST have NO FUTURE.
I almost always smile around others,
So I MUST ALWAYS BE HAPPY.
I'm part Canadian,
So I MUST love MAPLE SYRUP.
I wear makeup,
So I MUST be FAKE.
I believe in spiritualism,
So I MUST be a WITCH who wants to KILL YOU.
I like Marilyn Manson,
So I MUST be a SATANIST.
I'm a teenager,
So I MUST be a DISAPPOINTMENT TO SOCIETY.
So I MUST be WEAK.
So I MUST be UNSOCIABLE and HATE PEOPLE.
I'm a lesbian,
So I MUST be a FEMINIST a
Think before you actYou can't get what you wantMore Like This
Says the person who knows nothing about you
So you ask him
You don't even know me
So what do you think I want?
If you see a person wearing all black
Do u automatically think that they want to cut themselves?
If you see a person reading all day
Do u think they want to?
Maybe they do so because they have no one to talk to.
Bet you didn't think of that
If you see someone walk away from a fight
Do you think that means they gave up?
Maybe they just didn't want to fight
Think of that?
If you see someone studying
Do you think its cause they want to?
Maybe its cause they have to.
If you see me
Do you think you know me?
Maybe your just reading the label and not the ingredients.
Think before you act
to an ocean-eyed boy:im writing poetry in crooked black lines down your throat and along your neck because maybe they will lead you back to me.More Like This
i'm looking through attics and dark broken alleyways for something to believe in, but all im coming up with is dust and empty pockets of gasp-for-breath moments when im alone and the silence is crushing down on me. i cant find it, cant find the faith youve slung so easily around your neck next to your collection of paper thoughts and that piece of my heart.
(but i could never find you, either, so maybe
its just me.)
yesterday i went to the beach when it was raining. around me the sand melted into gray, but i liked it that way because blinding yellow reminds me of you and the lies we used to tell. so i drew hearts in the sand and played games with the waves, wondering what id done to deserve this lost w</i>a</i>ndering feeling.
because it didn't start like this. on the day i met you i was catching dreams