misunderstood
taken for granted
noticed for only the color
of my hair
which changes with my
mood
rock soothes my soul
black
is beautiful to me
on everything
darkness is my friend
morbidity is my only way out
of reality
writing is my only release
the only thing
I'm good at
insanity is my reality
yet
I am rejected by society
I am rejected by my family
I am rejected by the world
because
I refuse to be anyone else but me
still
I refuse to conform
so
label me a reject
it doesn't do anything to me
I've been called worse