The Goth Girl

This girl was dressed in black from head to toe
Not your average teen, it’s important to know
Seemed to be dark, and had many thoughts
Inside her, though, there was a battle she fought
She had a daily struggle between good and bad
Trying not to let others see she was too happy, or too sad
Black she had on was just for others to see
That persona was not really who she wanted to be
At first she was on the trip as something to do
But underneath she needed to go, find what was true
She’d been lost for quite some time now
But wanted to find her place before her final bow
Dark make-up worn could no longer hide her scars
So she would make this journey, no matter how far
She did not travel with much to her name
No family, friends, important possessions came
Mentally, she carried more with her though
Along her life she had met many friends and foes
This trip might leave all of that in the past
She wanted to run away, now and fast
This was her chance, once and for all
Though she feared the faster she ran, the harder she’d fall
The clothes, make-up and how she acted
Were not really her, just feelings compacted
Society had not pegged her the right way
And now, she wanted to finally have her say
She would still wear her clothes, and do what she pleased
Just with a different mind set; not afraid to be teased
This girl would try hard to get where she wanted to go.
If she would in the end was what she did not know.