Rant of the Pseudo-Goth Girl by Laila Tova

Take a glance—
Yeah, take a chance—
Look at me for who I really am.
You say the world
Doesn’t understand you,
But hear yourself:
You’re just like them,
Telling yourself you’d do it better—
Meanwhile, following their script to the letter!

What is this I feel upon me?
The heat of these judgmental gazes.
I feel as though I’m just a dull, hard rock
Among your diamond faces.

I wonder what you see
When you glance my way.
Am I a lonely loser
Not worth your time of day?

Whatever. I don’t need your help.
You’re not a worthy friend!
If you can’t see the gem inside of me
You’re just not worth my mind.