We are all Poe inside.
We are all poets within.
We all fear death and hide.
We all cry and shut it in. 

We all have demons and monsters.
We are all hurt and depressed.
We all have mysteries and wonders 
Even if we are really just a mess.

They call us negative and mad;
We are the sick and neglected,
And we can't stop being sad
'Cuz we are always being rejected. 

We are the weak and the broken;
The ones who sit at the end.
We are the lonely and forgotten.
We are the ones that never mend.

Show us love before it's late.
Race the shadows to "nevermore".
Turn this dark night into-day
Before the shadows lift no more.