Strange
You say I am weird
Dressing in black and crazy colors
My hair is colored differently
And styled crazy
You look at me
And say
"How strange is she?"
The people I hang out with
Very very diffrent
People with tons of piercings
And guys with long hair
You look at me
And say
"How strange is she?"
Always alone
Keeping to myself
not talking to many people
But I listen to what they say
You look at me
and say
"How strange is she?"
You look at me
and judge
calling me names
Emo/goth/cutter
You look at me
And say
"How strange is she?"
You think I hate life
You think I am depressed
You think I cut
You think I will commit sucide
You look at me
and say
"How strange is she?"
You wanna help
Try to talk to me
But you can't
Your afraid of judgement
You just look at me
And say
"How strange is she?"
But what if it was true
What is I was derpressed...hated life
What if I commited suicide
Would you help or
Just look at me
and say
"How strange is she?"
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