Beauty without Cruelity

A mask she does not wear
Not some paper doll
Not cut from society
She is her own trueth

Not tainted with conformance
Collared around her neck
Boots high to her short skirt
Black her color of choice

Exactly knowing who she is
No plastic here
No trailer trash barbie doll
True to what's inside

Reacting to everything she feels
No one their to hold her back
Free from everyone: not herself
Feeling nothing for those who pretend

Holding her head high
People gocking at who she is
"Salutations", she gets no reply
Fuck them uttering to herself

So lovely she is as art
Liquid nitrogen: cold is her blood
Heart blackened but of warm glass
Feelings, she has, but oh so fragile

My love my glass rose
Love in her meaning
Willing to last forever, but
Holding her softly not to break

My goth girl: so true to this hellish world
Beauty without cruelity I call her
Being true to herself, her world, her choice
Her fucking life.