My Own Company

My Own Company

I like black.I am black. I like dark.I am dark. I am dead. But I am original. Society made me like this. Because society judges. copyright gothgirl 2009

I dont fit in. I dont belong here. I look weird. I act weird. I talk weird. I love the dark. The light hurts my eyes. I hide in my house. So as not to have to face others judging me.

I love my own company because I can be myself. I dont trust others All they do is hurt me with their stares and cruel words. I spend my time thinking of ways to hurt others like they did to me. Does that make me evil? Or normal?

Tho I can never go through with the things I want to do. For I do not want to be like them. And I will NOT lower myself like them.