I want to wear black...pitch dark
It's my freaking mark
I am sorry that I'd rather wear black than pink
Sorry that I the other person wants to sink
So what if I want to be goth or emo
It's not your life you freaking crow
My life
My knife
My choices
I hear noises
Let me be dark and not light
If you won't let me I'll take flight
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WolfIsControlledByTheDemons (Pseudonym) (
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Be who you want to be, don't ever let anyone change that. 🙂
Strong write.
My parents changed that. They won't let anyone of the kids wear all black. I wish I could be myself, but I'll get bullied even more if I do.
It must be so hard, im sorry. Be yourself inside, you're not alone. There are some sides to me that people don't see too
Thanks hopey 🙂 that means a lot
I can relate with this! Black is where it's at! This poem reminds me of The Rolling Stones song, "Paint It Black". Not sure if you have heard that song or not...but if not, check it out.
To quote a part of the song:
"I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
"I see a line of cars and they're all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens everyday
"I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts
It's not easy facing up when your whole world is black"
Rolling Stones aside, great write! Thank you for sharing!
No I haven't heard it, but I'm gonna go check it out. When it's bright out I put my hood up and try to stay in the dark. Which I'll get yelled at for. I wish people would accept who I want to be. Black is everything well black and white. Life was naturally black and white and I'm trying to put it back how it was.
I hear you. I think you'll definitely like the song! Your poem instantly reminded me of it. Keep on being who you are. I certainly get your frustrations, and had similar frustrations when I was your age; however, you will one day have the room to spread your wings as fully as you'd like. In the meantime, keep writing and expressing yourself however you can. Ironically, these letters I am typing are black on a white background! There we go! 😉
Thank you trlange this means a lot. I am waiting for the day I can spread my wings because that will be the day I'll find out who my real friends are.
I truly do enjoy reading your poetry, and I do find I relate with it quite a bit! I am thankful for you being on here, sharing your work.
I'm thankful I found this place because I've met people like you on here. Though I didn't know I was going to publish some of them, but I'm happy I did. Thanks.
Honest injun. Hard to relate. We're greater than a half century apart. But I admire your spunk and independence. Kudos.
Thanks Augustus. Your kind to say that.
That's what I'm talking about ! Let me be me ! This is freaking awesome!!! Thank you for sharing !
Thanks Amy this means a lot to me. Thank you for commenting.
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