Yes, yes
My poetry’s dark
My clothing is black

I look like the living dead
Its just sunshine I lack.

So you think of me
As a great many things.
The list goes on and on
The adjectives aren’t too pretty.

I know I can be a bitch
But I also can be sweet

You say I’m too negative
I say you don’t see.

You’re all blind
You near-sighted bastards

You’ll never glimps the true
Me.

You’re much too closed minded
To care
Let alone to see
And you’ll definitely never begin
To grasp these secrets I clutch
Safe inside
You’ve pushed me
You’ve pulled
Broke open
And pried.

All of you have poked and made
Fun of me
Your sneers continiously made me
Cry.

You’re all assholes who are much too
Superficial to see the true Melanie I
Hide under this dark poetry.


 
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