Emo?
Is it really that bad?
You can't accept the fact
That I get a little sad?
That I'm a little mad?
So I favour black,
And I don't like pink.
You use those as reasons
To make my soul sink.
So some of us cut,
And some of us don't.
We can smile.
Laugh love and live.
We're just not like the rest.
Sure we cry,
We want to die,
But none of you understand.
It's not like we had planned
To live life like this.
To spend our days
Depressed and amiss.
We're not bad people.
We don't worship Satan,
We're not out to kill anyone.
We just don't like the world
As much as everyone else.
And we don't like ourselves
As much as we could.
But we're okay with that.
You can call us ugly,
You can call us fat.
But you can't change who we are.
We are emo.
What's so wrong with that?
Does the fact we don't care about ourselfs worry you?
We just have nothing to look forward to when we wake up.
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