Never the less,
Always in distress,
The maiden screams,
But no one can hear.
People pass her by,
Thinking Freak.
She cries,
But no one consoles her,
Distraught she runs,
Hoping to find a path.
Will anyone see her?
Help her?
Tell her its okay?
Or will they stand?
Like they always have
- Goth Girl
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