Alright guys I feel inspired here’s a new poem it’s called fake I hope you like it haters back off and don’t read.
Fake.
Fake is the skin the plastics wear
Stupid prep cunts with plastic hair
Fake is the life my boyfriend leaves
When he cuts himself and lets it bleed
Fake is everything I am not
I’m real when I remind you I am goth
Fake is just a fantasy
Of slapping stupid ass thirteen straight in the face I hate you I hate you
My dad is never coming back and I hate his new girlfriend.
Fake ass dad.
Fake.
I am dead. Don’t wake me up inside.
Till September ends
-Ebony
Thanks for reading guys this one was really deep and meaningful to me