You wear black and love rock music,

But your room’s full of pink bunnies and pictures of rappers.

You hate the world

But want peace.

You’re a happy person

But appear broken.

You don’t cut your wrists,

Nor do you inflict pain on others.

Your skinny

But feel fat.

You wear your insecurities

But act full.

Your hair is black

But there in dreadlocks.

Stereotype this. . .