A bitter goth girl,
with a shriveled black heart.
Is this how you see me?
Do you think you know me?
Do you pretend you care?
You don't know me,
no one ever has.
I keep my true self hidden,
and I don't let that girl out.
She screws things up,
with all of her emotions and cares.
And so I ignore all of their stares.
The girl I am and used to be,
cries much less than me.
She smiles a lot more
and dances in the sun.
But this isn't how you see me.
You see the shell
that I created to lock up that girl.
The girl that I was
wore lip gloss and skirts.
She laughed so hard she'd cry.
But because of people like you I'm not that girl.
I keep my true self hidden,
and I don't let that girl out.
