Emo?

I wear striped socks.
I listen to Lostprophets.
I sometimes wear a black tie with tiny little sculls on it.
I read books.
I’m not too pretty.
I eat chocolate when I’m depressed.  
I sometimes feel as though
The only right thing to do
Is to crawl up inside of me and die
With Tori Amos in the background.
Am I Emo enough for you?

You wear everything striped lately.
You lined up your soul in black and white.
You hate pink.
You say that you hate it when people label you.

Then maybe you should quit labelling yourself?
  
Maybe you should stop looking down on girls because they wear pink.
Maybe they’re being themselves as well.
You don’t know if
They
Ever wanna crawl up in themselves and die.
You don’t know them anymore than you know yourself.
Maybe they also cut themselves and hate their life?
Maybe they listen to Lostprophets too.

And by the way;
I know your little secret.
You are not depressed.
The earth doesn’t rotate around you.
Your parents _do_ love you.
You _are_ special and unique
Along with every blond, pink-wearing girl out there.
You’re not more Emo then me.
You’re fifteen.