You can call me emo but i don't cut at all.
So go home and bawl.
Call me emo one more time and i
will slap you so hard you will never comit a
crime.
Your mom may rock you to sleep.
My mom weaps.
Your dad reads bedtime stories.
My dad says his sorries.
Your sister treats you right.
My sister holds me tight.
Your brother plays games.
My brother calls out names.
Your dog lives on.
My dog goes gone.
Your heart is broken.
My heart wounds reopen.
So go ahead and call me names.
I am so sick of these games.
We are the same.
But you think i am lame.
Look in the mirror and tell me.
How we arent the same?
You ask so many questions and demand answers.
But you need to understand your questions that
your questions are just like prancer.
So tell me that all i do is lie.
When you won't fly.
Peter pan flies and Wendy lies.
So tell me that i am emo when your
the one who is lame and boring.
All you do is bikker and cry.
So why not say good-bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem so so nice