Black Poem by Shay Mitchell

Black is the color of my soul,
I may not be evil,
I may not be an angel.
But i'm me.
I am much different than you,
But i don't give a sh*t.
Why try to impress someone,
When they don't even know i exist.
Why show how i truly feel,
When no one would notice.
None of this is worth the effort.
No one understands me,
Not my parents, friends, or anyone around me.
Because i don't show how i truly feel,
Unless i have a blade in my hand,
And blood running down my leg.
Every scar on my body,
Shows pain, anger, sadness, failure, rejection, and even happiness.
Every time my parents scream,
Thats just one more scar on my body.
But the one place that i find peace,
Is in complete darkness.
Black is my get-away,
Black is the color of my soul.