Fat Goth Poetry

Your tawdry cheapness
Tempts me
Your promises of
Lasting gothic glory
Taunt me

Why do you run
When I need you to stay?
Why do you cling
When I want you to go away?

I long to scrub you
From my wasted flesh
But though I scour
Your death wax residue
Will not be washed clean

Though water proof
Yet not sweat proof
You prove to be
Soap proof

Black because I hurt inside
Black because it feels real
Black because it matches my pain

Black because the world is gray
Black because it draws the eye
Black because society is a lie

Black because its slimming
Black because it hides the (food) stains
Black because I am afraid of being different

Black is all there is to me