Teen Gothic

When I was young, about three-four-years a go I was a goth which nobody forgot. I wore black and metal and I was fabulous and felt like so. It was three years ago when I wanted( or wished) to get rid of my look and be like an average mom. And I hate it now. This is not what I meant to be. Now that I have a child of my own I feel it is my responsibility to look something that I’m not so social workers don’t contact me. I hate that. I have a job and a loving partner but something is missing. I want to be me again. How? I don’t know because we live in a small municipality. I want to feel free again.