My fist clench
"Hey Emo" the next thing I was rubbing my fist
I don't ask to be judge
We all have our dark past to fight off..... I struggle with mine.
My life aint no fairytale, but it fits me well.
The way I dress doesn't mean I am depresses.
The music I listen just screams out who I am.
We have all have our up's and down's. I am fine
I breath the air into my lungs to know I am still alive
don't make remarks behind my back I hear them in the end.
Your whispers get louder with every step I take it over flows me.
Walk behind me listen to my words careful to understand.
Stop staring and sharing looks with each other.
When your eyes won't open I'll be there to judge you.
Take a whiff of your stench of word clinch your teeth together put your finger on your month now shh...
don't call me Emo
I get fed up with pepole sometimes but it makes me strong with my self=)
YOU ARE READING
Don't call me...
Poetrywith every whisper I hold my head up higher.... dont let words put you down your freaken awesome in your very own way each and one of everyone become one with your self , everyday you will be stronger florence and the machine i love them and lovvve...
