She saw my scars that nobody sees,
She knows that only pain can please.
The true conflict inside of us, the feeling we have,
The real pain that we cause that turned in to some fad.
It hurts when you call us Emo or Scene,
I would perfer it if you would just leave,
Us alone is all we really we want,
To let us be ourselves, not some guys and girls in pretty font.
So If I am Me,
And You are yours,
What are all of us,
Never and no more.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryMy second book of poems, love these poems a lot, I love all of my poems for that matter.
