I wear my chains,
i wear my black,
i wear my oversized pants,
i wear my dark make up,
i wear my label goth,
because it covers up,
the scars and bruises,
that she gives me,
it keeps me locked away,
from your eyes,
so you won't laugh,
so you won't harass me,
so you won't hurt me,
because i'm already hurt.
and the only time I wear,
short sleeves and capris,
is when she hugs me,
and says sorry,
even though I know it's fake,
even though I know she don't mean it,
i miss my mommy.
and this is all I have...
my chains...
my black...
my pants...
my make up...
my label...
and the injuries and hurt,
that let me know,
i exist,
if only in pain,
and fake love,
i exist.
i'm still waiting for you to save me daddy.
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