Emo?

I can't just let people push me around.

They want to help, oh I understand,

But do they really need to tell me,

What to do exactly?

I wish I wasn't an easy target.

For all of people's games,

And many boys,

Have played around with

My emotions many times before.

I find happiness, only when I know that I'm wanted.

And I feel unwanted,

Anger, hatred, and sorrow

Flows through me.

I feel the rage,

All the pain,

That I keep

Deep down inside of me.

I feel the pain worsen,

And the sorrow

Tighten close together.

As they mix to make

A new emotion.

The emotion inside me right now,

Feeds off of happinesss.

I envy people who dare to be happy,

AND not be happy because of me.

I need attention,

OR I well feel neglecked.

And alone as I always feel,

I have friends to lean on.

Even when I wanna die.

My friends are the only people who can save me.

From the dark dreary nightmares I have.