They call me a freak...

I'm all alone,
All alone and empty,
nobody by my side,
Nobody understands.
They call me a freak but I don't care.
They don't know what it's like.
What it's like to be alone,
to have nobody to be there for you
or who understands you.
They call me a freak.
but really I'm not
that's just my outer shell
to cover what's inside.
If only they knew..
Knew how I really was.
But they never will
cause I stay to myself
away form them.
Them who have a better life.
I stick to my dark colors
they stick to their bright ones.
I'm so alone
so alone and empty.
they call me a freak because I dress in dark colors
They call me a freak cause I write suicide poems,
and I dress in dark colors.
I cant help it that I'm dark
They just don't understand so they call me a freak.