Walking through the shadows         
to hide my ugly taints,             
cloaked in all black-               
not from lacking paints.            
                                    
The buildings all look desolate     
through my jaded eyes.             
Grey alleys and black roads,        
and smog and smoke filled skies.    
                                    
I walk with my dark aura,           
with both my eyes downcast.         
Looking through the ground,         
thinking of the past.               
                                    
Thinking of the sadness,            
thinking of my heart,               
thinking of the emptiness,          
beginning at the start.             
                                    
I don't see where I'm going,        
I bump people on my way.            
I mumble an apology,                
and continue with my day.           
                                    
I try to make a joke                
every once and a while,             
in a vain attempt,                  
to try and make me smile.           
                                    
And so I'm branded mean,            
or else branded perverted,          
while they fail to realize,         
just how much that hurted.          
                                    
Just becuase I dress in black       
doesn't mean that I'm not good,     
I may be depressed but I'm not evil,
I'm just misunderstood.             

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