A Day of My Fate, Which Is Hate...

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Emotional Poems

"Emo," they call me
I respond to my "name"
They laugh at me
I hang my head in shame

I walk down the hallways
I do things my way
They say, "hey, emo! You can't stay!"
I pick up my notebook and walk away
I'll stand up for myself
Just not today...

I don't fit in
People stare at me, like I am a sin
I won't fight back
My world is already black

I want to run away
I want to escape
I want to hide away
I don't want my fate

I wish it was too late
I never even got a chance
To change this hate

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Beavis's picture

Good poem

Nice write!

Damnedifidont's picture

good stuff.

The reward of suffering is experience. good stuff.

13thMidnight's picture

Thank you

Thank you