So misjudged, so misunderstood
Was a lonely little girl in a blazed neighborhood
She never really did anything big for herself
Except write of her pain in the books on the shelves
They called her "goth" and they called her a loser
If only you knew anything, you'd know I'm far from either
And it was small things like this that made her question her trust
For even the very few people she knew and she loved
You realize you're lying to yourself when you say you don't care
But letting them see her pain was something she wouldn't dare
So she closed her eyes and imagined herself in a world with no hate
And wasting more tears on something so senseless would be her only mistake
good, but it should be MUCH longer... you left me wanting more, and that's not good, cuz I should be satisfied when I read it. anyway... I can relate to the subject matter a little, so I like it.
Submission Name: Outcast.
