Labeled A Freak Poem by courtney metcalf

Labeled A Freak



I have a different sense of style.
You could look me up under the 'gothic' profile.
I wear dark apparel and paint my nails black. I look like the size of something that could eat you for a snack.
I freak people out with my, -quote- 'twisted poems', and I use to much hairspray and ratt it with combs.
I wear black gell bracelets and converses.
I listen to a lot of metal with unpositive verses.
When I wear my eyeliner, I sometimes get called a racoon,
and many people are weirded out by me, because I act like a loon.
I am trampled with a million names and labels per minute,
and about 95% of the time the word 'abnormal' is mentioned in it.
What is 'normal' anyway? No one is exactly the same, as they say.
So once you judgemental people give me the definition, then I might actually pay a little attention.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Seale 09 June 2013

Courtney, this is very insightful to your self. Your real you, without labels that other people lay on... ha, where would you fit in? I, myself, never judge, never lable. I have always been able to set aside predjudices and see all people for who they are, and not what society says they should be. Very Impressive Write! ; -) Kelly.

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