The shackles of pain
bears on your wrists
the people can not see
what lies beneath
you're broken and torn
your emotions are worn
like the very soul inside yourself
you just want to be accepted
you never thought they would understand
you were right
they say "go be with your own kind"
or, "just go cut already"
they think it is funny
they laugh and you cry
the tears if pain
of sorrow not gain
emo chicks and emo guys
no one understands us we're all full of lies
of crying and cutting
or straight up depression
we're not all alike
we're not all the same
our eyes burn with tears shed
from our state of mind
is this normal or are we freaks
freaks of this corrupted
and ignorant world
this hypocritical and pathetic puppet show
that we call society
like a bullet through glass
your pain and suffering
will shatter the very foundation like a
grain of rice balanced upon
the chopsticks
we will keep fighting the plague
our clothes may be dark
I may hide my face
behind this slightly tattered hoodie
with a few clumsy marks here or there
they say I'm a slob
no I'm a tortured artist
the pain you cause me will
lead me to fame
like a succession of missiles
your tears flow fast
like the thunder storms from hell
we shake the ground
we will not give up
we will not drown
so come try me now
before I go
I should probably say
thank you for the guilt
and thank you for the pain
YOU ARE READING
Emo Poetry
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