Gothic Revelations

This charcoal eyeliner that surrounds my eyes.
This thick, black mascara that lengthens my lashes.
This dark black lipstick that coats my once pink lips.
These tweezers and black eyebrow pencil used to perfect my eyebrows.
These coats of concealer and foundation covering up any imperfections I might have.
These five different shades of a cloudy black eye shadow haunting anyone who lays eyes on me.
This eerie dark lip liner enhancing my already black lips.
My starch black hair making me appear unnerving and emotionless.
The black and gray clothes flowing down my body.
Detaching me from normality,
And the rest of the community.

Yet this whole dark figure of mine, intimidating anyone who comes near,
Is actually fake.
The charcoal eyeliner that surrounds my eyes,
Is only there to hide the red effect from crying
The mascara that lengthens my lashes,
Tries to hide my lies.
This dark black lipstick that coats my lips,
Hides them quivering from the pain
These tweezers and black eyebrow pencil used to perfect my eyebrows,
Only turns your view from my hollow eyes.
These coats of concealar and foundation covering up any imperfections I might have,
Only tricks your eye from believing I’m as normal as everyone else
These five different shades of a cloudy black eyeshadow, haunting anyone who lays eyes on me,
Does just that, scares you off as to not see through my mask.
This eerie dark lip liner enhancing my already black lips,
Makes sure you believe every word I speak.
My starch black hair making me appear unnerving and emotionless,
Wants you to never know the real me.
The black and grey clothes flowing down my body, detaching me from normality, and the rest of the community,
Is just as fake as the rest of me.
crying on the inside,
Haunting on the outside,
No one will ever know the real me.
So I cover myself in black from head to toe,
To turn away your accusing eyes,
Just long enough before you find my black figure hanging from the basement roof,
It was the worlds fault, So save your cries.