Look at me
No. Not my face
Not my body, either
Not my physique, nor my speech
Look at me.
Not the person I look to be
Cause the girl on the outside
Is different then the inside
Now, look at my appearance
I bet you stereotyped me
Goth, I suppose?
Because of my hair?
My Clothes?
My music?
My actions?
Or did you see my soul?
I suppose you did.
Everyone does.
But no one adventures
No one takes risks
No one asks or supports
They just stare and judge
Because us humans, we don't truly care
We only behold one trait
Greed
And it will knock us all out
One
By One
By One
Until no one remains
But, who am I to judge?
Because, like I said, we don't adventure
But sometimes, WE are the antagonists
Because WE don't allow adventure
Because we fear the truth
But we won't admit it
Because that right there is truth
~ _-Amaranth-_
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Poetrysad poetry, written by myself ----- !¡suicide, depression, and other triggering topics will be written in here, read with caution¡!
