Emo?

is it really that bad?
you cant accept the fact
that i get a little sad?
that i am a little mad?

so i favor black
and i dont like pink
you use those as reasons
to make my soul sink

so some of us cut
and some of us dont
we can smile
laugh love and live

we're just not like the rest
sure we cry
we want to die

but none of you understand

its not like we had planned

to live life like this, to spend our days
depressed and amiss

we're not bad people
we dont worship satan
we're not out to kill anyone
we just dont like the world
as much as everyone else
and we dont like ourselves
as much as we could
but we're ok with that
you can call us ugly
you can call us fat
but you cant change who we are
we are emo
whats so wrong with that?

My favorite poem is the one that starts "Thirty days have September" because it actually tells you something.