I don't have any money
I spent it all buying trinkets from China
For cheap, I might add
So I bought a lot of stuff
Did I need it? Not really
Well, sort of
I do have to add to my wardrobe of black-on-black
Maybe just a little bit of color, too
Okay, fine, my closet looks like a rainbow puked in it
What can I say? it's hard being goth
My mom has an anti-goth campaign against me,
My pale foundation is too pale and I know it,
I try to be allergic to sunlight but it's EVERYWHERE
And my black cat is very finicky
We never know what she wants
I don't even know what I want
I want to be goth, but not occult
Why do people assume the two go hand in hand?
There's plenty of goths like me who aren't like that
Not at all
Am I the only goth in the city?
Sometimes it feels like that
I've only seen goths at the mall, I think
The nearest Hot Topic is literally a few towns away
I can't just hop on a bus and go on a shopping spree
I'm broke, remember?
As an “unreconstructed” hippie from the 1960s, your poem brings back memories of my own youth; it made me smile. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written I don't know what I want half the time