Goth Girl

She wears all black,
No other colors.
Pale skin, dark make-up,
Not like all the others.
They label her a stoner,
A hooker, satanist, a hoar.
They don't even consider
What she may be fighting for.
Most people do no speak to her,
They'll never say a word.
Everything they think of her,
She knows it's all absurd.
They don't understand,
She's comfortable in the dark.
They're scared of the bleeding,
Of her arms, those blood-red marks.
In her red hair,
There are long black streaks.
Her friends are goth too,
And they are the freaks.
No matter what she has to say,
She'll forever take their sh*t.
All this because they won't understand,
Ever, who she is.
Her reputation entitles her
To a life of lonesome pain.
They all already judge,
Call her wicked, evil bane.