Freaks, goth, emo, scene your all stupid to think that
it all has some kind of meaning.
Misery and misfortune do not have face or a category
so get over yourselves and think of some other flattery.
Different makes you scared and
maybe we'd be concerned if we actually cared.
Tell you the truth were not that different
however your so stuck up and snoby you've never actually listened.
Its a never-ending battle that can never be won so stop and
think of the damage already done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem