You see me as an outcast,
But I see you as a follower.
Just because I have my music up to a blast,
Doesn't mean I don’t pick flowers.
They may not be the color of the everyday rose,
But they are as beautiful as me.
I may be a night owl,
And hang in cemeteries.
I dress in dark clothing,
And do my makeup heavy.
That only proves one thing.
Darkness is my beauty.
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