Emotional is what they call us
Maybe they just don't understand
Or more like they don't want to
How can they judge us?
Are we all the same?
Individuality is still there
Roaming through-out the emo population
Ridicule and hate us for being ourselves
Or can we not do that? Do we have to be sheep?
Can't they see what they're doing to us?
Kickin' us even more when we're down
So why do they have a problem with us?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
people dont under stand that we are emo because of what life has put us throw and because we want to be Very good poem 10+