you just want to fall down wherever you like you think the tears from your bruised knee should stop traffic you think fair for you is fair for everyone you think your mental boulders are real you think it makes me cold-hearted that i think you’re wrong you are crushed beneath the weight of a boulder and you are lying there with no strength to lift it you will spend hours wondering whether your time being offended at other people’s lifestyles helped you in any way move that boulder but it has no feelings to manipulate and you are powerless to move the objective things with no subjective ones around you are an individual worm who all along felt it was more.
emo
you and your hairdo
poetryyou gave it rhythm
to make the pain
bearable (or more)
but cher
(though technically music)
doesn’t fulfill
the drug dependance
like need
you have for
emo
(a genre named after
a word which we use
to mock the weaker sex)
as the emo
poetrywashes over me,
i smile at the angst
i don’t feel.