Emo
Emo
I am not
What you call "emo",
Black is what I always wear
To cover my past,
Music blaring in my ears
Keeps the world out,
Hair in my face
Stops the images appearing.
My dark thoughts
Always appear on paper,
Never meant for anyone to see
So I am not humiliated,
Don't make fun of me
Or how I feel,
I am a regular person
Not a freak.
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