Beautiful MOCO Goth

Judging eyes are everywhere,
Eating my soul, pulling my hair,
Sneering mouths laugh my way,
The crulest of words is all they say.
I stand my tallest, my hair in my face,
My Converse tied loosely,my black gloves of lace,
I rush down the hall, my books in my hands,
Little did I know of their evil plan.
I turn to my locker, my eyes fighting tears.
I stare in horor at the words that they smeared.
NOTHING and NO ONE, FREAK,
GOTH GIRL, EMO GEEK.
Each word was a dagger, peircing my flesh,
I regained my composure, both my fists clenched.
What they didn't know, is that they can't kill me,
Though they daily try to defeat me.
I try my best to ignore the stupidity,
At the end of the day i have peaceful serinity.