Look Me In the Eyes

Look me in the eyes and judge me by my heart. Don't determine me by my cover before you even start. To get to know my feelings you must know that I Will never be the same after the day that he died. Don't consider me as "emo" before you comprehend That I am nearly close to tears as I write this with my pen. He was very special to me and I don't want to cry but I will never be the same after the day that he died. Please don't push me or shove me or call me names Or force razor blades and knives in my dreary haze Of something you can call my face. I may look goth or punk or emo but under the makeup and clothes I'm just a sad kid; depressed that her grandfather died from carless smokes And careless drinks that he made too often because he felt cool, I guess (heaven only knows why) My grandfather died