Me
Fae

I've holes in my jeans.
My shoes are falling apart.
And around my neck,
Hangs a broken heart.
My eyes are lined black,
My skin's unusually white.
I'm tired everyday,
But never sleep at night.

I don't like to talk.
I don't like to touch.
I don't like to smile.
I really don't like much.
But I like to draw.
And I like to write.
And I like my music,
So that's all right.

Black polish and clothes,
My thrift store find.
It's all I can afford,
But I don't mind.
Never interested in the crowd,
Never cared for what was "in".
Never cared I don't belong.
Being different's not a sin.

I don't like to talk.
I don't like to touch.
I don't like to smile.
I really don't like much.
But I like to draw.
And I like to write.
And I like my music,
So that's all right.

So sometimes I get depressed.
And long to be dead.
So sometimes I want to curl up,
And never leave my bed.
You say that makes me boring.
You say that I'm no fun.
I say that you're just trying,
To be like everyone.

I don't like people,
I prefer to be alone.
So I'm anti-social,
And keep to my own.
So I tend to fall,
Into the depths of despair.
It's my life,
So why should you care?