A lot of people fear you

Like a demon from beyond,

And they say your heart is black

Like your hair, your boots, your gown.

But I believe you are beautiful,

And I am not afraid.

So when my own kind tries to cast you

Let me come to your aid.

If I gave you a smile,

Would you smile at me back?

Or if I changed my image

And dress like you all black?

You must think that I am one of them,

Normal, obnoxious, annoying.

But if I had one chance with you

You might just find me enjoying.

What you don't realize, you see

Is how alike we are, you and me,

Both scorned, laughed at, and hurt

And treated like scum of the earth.

Though you still see the world as cruel,

I still think you are pretty cool.

So perhaps if I can follow you

Maybe I can myself meant to be true.