Breaking Free, Flying High, Being Me.

What happens when the "depressed emo girl" in the corner pics up a pen and writes? What if they were wrong to stereotype her as emo, when she was never? What if she only acts happy around friends, breaking her "depressed" attitude because she doesn't want them to feel her pain? What if she wants to change, but for the better? This is her poetry. This is MY poetry. And I am ready to break the barriers of the stereotypes people put me in. I am done being a victim of a mental illness that I haven't been diagnosed with yet. I am ready to be me.