Ode To Emo PoetryOh why oh why, is my life so bad? Why do I wake up, and I'm always so sad.How come I always feel this strange need- to write poetry so fast, my brain will bleed.No it's not lovely, no it don't ryhme. My friends complain about me all the time.My life is so awful, no one understands, i'll clog up your inbox, with ballads and demands, for respect, which of course, nobody reads. So don't be a hater,and delete my emo poems,you'll regret it later,when I tell the gnomes.They'll hit you with bags of lime,they'll eat all of your socks,so maybe you'll think twice next time,when you mass delete your inbox.So even though my poetry,makes your eyeballs bleed
EmoThe Darkness becomes me,As I fall into pain.My life is nothing but pain.Outside is gay,So in the dark I will play
Im an individual because I dress like my friends,And I will decide when my life ends
A swirling torrent of hurt and despair,As I run bloody fingers through my own hair.Unhappy and withered, for here I will sit.All just becauseMy girl-pants dont fit.