"Underworld"
She paints her lips black--
She hates the world--
Blessed with a special
      kind of blindness.
She curses conformity, and
Those who don't conform to her.
She fancies herself a
      tortured soul.
She blames her unacceptance
On the world's shortcomings.
And there are plenty in this
      world like her.
There's life where she is--
In the Gothic underworld.
I can't help but wonder at
      her unhappiness.

I've been here so long--
In the hidden underworld.
The kind of hell that's
      built for one.
I can't understand people
Who complain in wealth--
When here the darkness is
      suffocating me.
But the truth is--
We're so similar.
We've both been dying
      our whole lives.
We know what it's like
To be alone in the crowd.
And we can't reach
      out to the other.

Into this unsympathetic planet
      we've been hurled,
Banished to the hell of
      our personal underworlds.

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