Ugly,
They called me
Emo,
They labeled me
Fagot,
The name that made me hide myself.
Each word is a scar,
Each label a pain killer,
Each name a thought of death,
They mean nothing now,
They will only be the cause because,
They took my happiness.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThese are poems I wrote starting at late 7th grade. Now I am in 10th grade, still write some poems, not as many as I did in Middle School. Hope you enjoy them, even though there really dark. BYE MY DEMONS
