I write the poems I write because I went through pain and suffering. I get made fun of for the ways I chose to deal with my pain. I'm told by mother I can't be myself till i move out and it hurts me to hear that. I constantly wonder 'Why me? Why did I have to go through this pain? ' I still haven't got my answers to the questions I ask. I want to dye my hair black with purple streaks and red tips. I'm gonna get snake bites and MAYBE a tongue piercing. I wonder everyday if my friends really like me and if anyone would care if I just disappeared. I listen to Black Veil Brides, Blood On The Dance Floor, Metallica, Asking Alexandria, Bullet for My Valentine, Lincoln Park, Green Day,3 Days' Grace,5 Finger Death Punch, Papa Roach, etc.