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I stare into the darkness

My nails and clothes black

My parents don't seem to care

They seem to cut me some slack.



My hair in my face, I can't see.

I am scared, I am alone

I don't fucking care how you see me

I've changed my tone.



I've turned everything to hate

My family turns their heads away

They think I am a big disgrace

But I don't care to this very day.