Do whatever I am a cobra

The secent of pain lingers on your skin,
Broken, insalted, dafeated but still have the enjoyment of sin.
Black and blood red, I'm punk, emo, goth.
They try to cover it with girly shit,
It's like being painted with unacctecptance,
but when I leave I will repaint it with tattoos and paircings.
You can call me what ever you like,
You can ruin my outsides however you wish,
However whats inside is too odd to be change.
You can't make something out of something that is permentaly useless,
I maybe scared and burised,
But I'm untouched in my heart,
My own family try to tear me apart,
But I'm strong, a fighter, a cobra.
I heal not stay damaged.
You can do what the fuck you want to me,
I'm a freak and I'm pround!
and nothing will ever change that...