Now I'm curious 'cos I wanna know,
why does some people not wanna be an emo?
We always get called 'emo' and it makes us content,
we actually take it as a compliment.
'Cos we emos are cool in our own way,
we love being emo night and day.
We listen to songs with actual meaning,
and we don't like Mariah Carey of do cleaning.
We ignore strangers who tend to stare,
'cos they're stupid and we don't care.
We don't pretend to be something we're not,
we're sooo cool and totally hot.
If we're angry then we cuss,
we swear at people who dis us.
One last thing that we're missing,
we are very good at kissing!
why does some people not wanna be an emo?
We always get called 'emo' and it makes us content,
we actually take it as a compliment.
'Cos we emos are cool in our own way,
we love being emo night and day.
We listen to songs with actual meaning,
and we don't like Mariah Carey of do cleaning.
We ignore strangers who tend to stare,
'cos they're stupid and we don't care.
We don't pretend to be something we're not,
we're sooo cool and totally hot.
If we're angry then we cuss,
we swear at people who dis us.
One last thing that we're missing,
we are very good at kissing!
Restless
© Gina
I wake up everyday,
mainly to my dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
I never had the strength to tell a friend,
how do u open up,
when your whole life u kept it shut up,
how do u get the pain to subside,
when all u want to do is curl up and hide,
this whole thing is my fault,
I couldn't tell my mother I was his default,
even when I escaped the crime,
I knew I would never regain the time.
Source: Sexually Abused door My Mother's Boyfriends, Rape Poems link
© Gina
I wake up everyday,
mainly to my dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
I never had the strength to tell a friend,
how do u open up,
when your whole life u kept it shut up,
how do u get the pain to subside,
when all u want to do is curl up and hide,
this whole thing is my fault,
I couldn't tell my mother I was his default,
even when I escaped the crime,
I knew I would never regain the time.
Source: Sexually Abused door My Mother's Boyfriends, Rape Poems link