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How Are You
"So how are you?"
Brightly, like neon nails
She polished while talking
The girl looked up
We called her Goth
She called us nothing
Her nails were bitten raw
She looked up
And her heart snapped open
"Well," she whispered
(She always whispered)
Not bad, not good
In between maybe
Yesterday, I got a "D"
On a paper I didn't finish
Because I stayed up the night before
Listening to my mom
Hit my brother
I wear my hair in my face
Because I'm hiding a bruise
I've never told anyone that
Last night, I cut myself for the first time
Not to kill myself
That might come later
But I wanted to know if I could
Really, truly bleed
And that life hadn't sucked it out
I keep the bag of razors hidden
Safe, under my desk
You and your friends call it "pot"
I've never told anyone that, either
Two years ago, I was tortured just
Two streets from my house
Scarred, but not the surface
Broken, but not the bones
I spent a month in the hospital
And no one sent cards
You and your friend
Your never goanna go far kid
Give up you faggot
Give up your fuckin slut
Fuck you loser
Teenagers scare the living shit out me
They only care if you fuckin bleed
So throw on the black strike up
Pose and maybe the leave alone
I said that teenagers scare the shit out of me so strike up pose and dress in black
Because they only care what you got under shirt
And maybe the leave you alone
But Not Bullies
High school was shit as you never fit
In the those clubs and groups that everyone was in
But there were ways out
That some took
And made tears with blood but not me
Ugh ugh no no
So gather around and fit in the band that made you feel like fitted like
The missing puzzle piece because the
Teenagers of our family never hurt nor scare the shit out of
My Chemical Romance
:: More Than You'll Ever Know ::Does it make you proud
When you're the cause of someone's tears?
Does it bring you joy
Every time you insult the innocent?
Do you know what you do
When you speak with your vicious tongue?
Do you realize what happens
Every time you laugh at another's sorrow?
You see a woman with male friends
And you accuse her of craving sexual attention.
You notice a boy wearing glasses
And you tease him with the name "four-eyes."
There's a group of peace lovers;
You proclaim they're annoying hipsters.
The teenage boys who love each other;
You tear them asunder by calling them abominations.
Do you find pleasure
In being the source of a poor soul's agony?
Do you even think
Of what the consequences could be?
Does it satisfy you
To make someone feel inferior to you?
Does it quench your thirst
Whenever you rule over the oppressed?
If a young man loves writing poetry,
Immediately you dismiss him as a lonely loser.
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