You secretly cut yourself
With razor blades,
In every way misbehave.
You roam dangerous streets
At night with unholy men
Who supply you with drugs
For promiscuous favors;
And those fiends you count as friends!
You act tough for a little girl,
But sweetheart,
I’ve seen your Goth mascara
Run with tears.
Please, find love
And save your soul.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/goth-mascara/
