I am sad, I am sadness,
The embodiment of despair
The personification of anguish
The incarnation of sorrow.
From my black boots, to my black hair and my black clothes.
With my black lipstick, black eye shadow and black nail polish.
They all show, to this hollow empty world, that I am different
I am not one of these sheep which I see around me
All happy in their dull routines never stopping to think.
I alone can see in a world of the blind.
My mother thinks that I'm being silly,
My dad calls it a phase
Neither understand what it's like to be me. The crushing despair under which I live.
They don't know.
Today I will chat with my friends; they will discuss their boring little bands.
Do they not see how lame they are with their songs of love, there is no love.
Only sadness and inevitable death.
As I leave I check the mirror, to see if my depression shows.
Because, as everyone knows,
Emo is in now.