Do you see her,
wearing all black,
her hair over one eye,
makes you think,
what does she have to hide?
the scars on her arms,
you say she doesn't belong here,
or anywhere,
so you push her away,
like she's nothing,
why do you think she has those scars?
It's not because of me,
because you see that little goth girl is me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dont worry about it 'Dear'.. just survive....and any phase.. in this life..many have yet to be...iip