I come from a family distant at first.
But now I see my life is more of a curse.
Locked away from people. A freak show to see
But why are the ones watching my family.
It’s not right I thought. It’s not right I yell
Why does my life my life remind me of hell.
I wish was free. Away from prying eyes
But the eyes still follow. Full of hate they despise.
I wish they could see that im a person too
A child born into the world with no name just who.
So when I look at the night I wish I could see
Dreams of a life. Uncaged and free.
But my dreams are false. Only the present is real.
My heart beats heavily do you know how I feel?
My life began once loved praised.
But now I revel in the insults. There is no praise.
Left at birth by a mother in disguise.
A trickster who smiles and laughs when I cry.
But now when I think this life is for me
Caged like an animal bound to not flee
I am a person with so much to show.
This is my life. The life of an emo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I feel like this poem may just be personal, because it does not describe the life of every emo, but maybe just yours. I did enjoy it, but it was harder to read and grasp than some of your that I have read. In the 6th line, the phrase my life is repeated twice, which may be on purpose, I just wanted to point it out. To me this poem seems a little scattery...it does speak of hurt and sadness, but I don't feel desperation for the person...after reading the poem the reader may just move on with their life and not be affected. Keep writing, but I would advise there be a bit more feeling, a but more imagery, a bit more description, a bit more compelling language; anything to make the reader remember the poem after they are done reading it. Nice style though, and thanks for posting.