A girl who danced and loved pink,
A girl who easily made friends,

A girl who changed at age 8.
Pink to black.
Koolaid to bitter tea.
Forgot about God because he was never there for her.

Suicide seemed a miracle then.
A solution for everything.
A girl who was sad but kept it hidden
From the ones who cared,
Hiding behind neon colors and pigtails.

Slowly coming out of her shell.
A girl who was judged.
People feared her, and for her.
They even told her.
Emo,
Goth,
Freak.
She learned these as compliments
And realized people are just ignorant.
They didn't understand what the words meant.

Either way, she hid again.

She is still trying to hide
Behind her colors and smiles.

*I* Am still trying to hide behind my colors and smiles.