So many colors I always use.
The darker ones I love the most.
That color black I perfectly abuse.
Intriguing me to secretly boast.
Wearing black at night is just the best.
I don't care if people see me derange
It's my taste so I ignore the rest...
It would be the same if I wore orange.
They say I'm emo or a damn vampire
Am I in a cult?
They wonder with confusion dire.
It's like being slapped as an insult...
They say if I'm going to a funeral
Did someone die?
It's just bullshit in general
Even as I say goodbye...
So what if I wear black?
Does society need to seriously point?
They start with words that attack!!!
The ignorants surrounding this joint...
We all live in preference
Just like animals do too
Don't you think I notice the difference?
When others wear colors like you...
People are just nosy
And that will never change
Life is not peachy or rosy
We are all in the end strange...