The Truth

People don't like my overdramatic tendencies.
They say that nothing bad has ever happened to me.
And maybe they're right, but...

They say "others have it worse than you,"
But I'm not denying.
But I'm still going to read and write and listen to the music that sound like someone's dying.

They say to stop pretending to be goth
And say I'm a liar when I say I'm not.
They listen to similar music and don't see the hypocrisy.
But I see the irony.

They say they can because of their time and age, and that because when they were younger they went through things much worse than anyone today.
But they don't see that I listen to and write sadness for different reasons then they say.

I like the truth and the realism that comes from music like MCR.
I think you can listen to them even if your wrists don't have scars.
You don't have to be sad to hear the words and the beat.
I write stories about sad little girls in a happy little family
Because I use my stories for the chance to feel pain and sympathy.
But they don't see that because they refuse to believe me.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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