I hate the way we get labeled,
'Emo' i hear them shout and laugh.
but they have no clue,
that we are just one of them,but scared alone and blue.
I know the scissors,knife and compass,
will scar my body maybe for a while maybe for life.
I'll have to look back on this section of time,
everyday I'll remember the feelings, sour as a lime.
It doesn't hurt for me anymore,
the sharp compass splitting my skin.
All the pain is up here,
it get worse with every tear.
