I wrote this poem Saturday night because of one of my Goth friends betraying me. I just want her to know that I'm still there for her in spirit and will always be watching her wherever she is. If she ends up feeling like coming and actually talking to me, I will let her talk, but if she only comes up to torment me, then I will cast a deadly spell upon her with my Gothic Wiccan force. I don't deserve to be treated this badly from a friend; it just is wrong, it doesn't seem to be to the truth and facts about things and stuff. If she wants out of my Goth group of friends, then she has the right to speak up and do so. I'm willing to let her go, but if she is going to continue to ignore me, then what is her Gothic excuse for not showing up everyday during lunch period to make me eat? Geez...
