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?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now that poem is nice.