A poem about an emo who needs to take a different look on life.
Cheer up little emo.
move away from the back of the class,
start talking to some people,
and time will surely pass.
Stop crying to your razor,
you never liked the pain,
put on a happy raincoat,
stop standing in the rain.
So why are you wearing make up?
mascara’s not for guys,
take of the pale white foundation,
and wash that off your eyes.
You know the emo phase is over?
it finished a few years ago,
your fringe is no longer cool,
start going with the flow.
So now little emo,
are you going to change?
Probably not because your world is crumbling,
gosh emos are strange.
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