I'm not My Brother
So please don't assume my cover
black is my color always
If you assume please fall away

My Brother is protesting
While i'm contemplating
I found myself in the 12th year
No i don't drink beer

My brother thinks hes right
Well then he aint so bright
I need my space
go run a damn race

I like my rock music
It keeps me locked
Thursday Keeps me happy
Evanescense keeps me in reality

I feed off friends
why the hell do i have the bends
Cathloic is my corruption
I'm in an abdduction

Green Eyes Transparent
5ft9 apparent
Dark hair never fades away
Blades aren't my ways

Brown or black hair
Brown is naturally fair
Black has to be fake
On me it looks like a rake

Distrubed Posters in my room
man i need a broom
Long Hair is me
get used to it i'm in glee

Don't yell at me i'm not you
you don't kno me not a clue
stern face
has a caring blank gaze

You might kno me a little better
why the hell are you bitter
call me a poser
this poem needs closure

Being a Goth is my way
to not wear black isn't in my gaze
I like black get used to it
all my friends still like me for me
 
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