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