Author's opinion:
Hello, I believe, goth people express themselves through dark clothing, and cosmetics.

My Parents
I stood in the darkness of the night,
Cold, alone, darkness inside of me.
I stared down at me dead parents,
Looking at me through Heaven.
The man shot them,
And I couldn't do anything about it.
My mother stares at me, with her nonliving eyes,
It scares me to think I'm an orphan,
When she's looking at me, like she's daydreaming.
Father's eyes are closed,
But his blood is more visible than my mother's.
I lied down next to Mother,
Hoping God will take me too.

Author's opinion:
Emotional poems, are the best I have ever read.

Killed
He was so amazing,
His deep brown eyes,
His shaggy blond hair.
But that fight,
If I hadn't been so, so angry,
I would still be here.
I can still picture the knife in my mind,
Sharp, bloody, my blood.
I miss him, but I still wonder if it was right,
For me to be dead, and for him to be alive.
Although I am with the Lord,
I am still not happy.

Author's opinion:
Emo people, are very personal and emotional. Emotional is probably where Emo comes from.

Never Wanted
I should have known,
My parents want my sister, not me.
They gave her better things,
Warmer blankets,
Nicer clothes.
Should I run away?
I have no where to go.
Why should I bother,
I'm going to go back within a week or so.
I look at my mother,
So graceful and smart.
She shoos me away,
And gives my sister the love.
My father ignores me,
And gives my sister new things.
No one even celebrates my birthday,
Just me, and God.
They took my toys away too.

Author's opinion:
Do you think your goth? Ask yourself: Are you goth, are do you just WANT to be goth?

Left Out
I walk around school,
With the goth kids.
They don't really talk to me,
I just hang out with them.
Is it bad being myself?
I wouldn't think so,
Unless I'm stupid.
I feel so left out,
Like no one really cares,
That I exist.
Not even the goths,
Am I emo?
There are not a lot of emo kids,
maybe I should hang out with them.
They won't except me,
I can tell.
The teachers don't call on me,
I sit in the back,
And I'm ignored all day.
No one talks to me,
I'm forced to be in my own little world.
I just want a friend,
Just one.

Author's opinion:
I'm pretty sure there's always gonna be a group of goth kids.

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Publication Date: 05-11-2011

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