"I don't believe in God."
She's dangerous. She's a Satanist.
"I really like the colour black."
Goth. Emo. Goth. She loves death.
They seem so stubbornly stupid,
Their minds are closed as tightly as locked rooms,
I am a Loner,
So obviously I must be planning new ways to kill them all.
That notebook must be various drafts of suicide-notes.
There's a cut on my hand,
Obviously I did it to myself, it was no horse-riding incident.
"I wasn't allowed out at the weekend, I felt like strangling mom!"
Of course, that was no joke if I said it,
Maybe next weekend she won't be so lucky..............
A million pairs of eyes follow me into every classroom,
I sit on my own, so sure, I'm clearly depressed.
Get over it! Just because I'm not another teen-girl clone,
Doesn't mean I'm not happy on my own.