Why Is That? Poem by Naomi Hoffmann
Why Is That?
You call me emo.
Yes, I may cry unexpectedly.
Yes, I happen to wear black everyday.
Yes, I also over react to silly things.
Yes, I even cut myself every once in a while.
How many other people do that?
Yet you call me the emo.
Why is that?
I have fun.
I smile.
I laugh.
I play.
I love.
I enjoy my day.
Yet you call me emo.
Why is that?
Saturday, May 10, 2008
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9/24/2024 12:38:37 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Now that poem is nice.