you walk with your head hung low
by Katterina Kittsen
eyes cast down where their most comfortable
yes, you're starting to believe
believe everything they said you wouldn't be
you're already down in the dirt
they continuously beat you down, now you're filthy with lies you can't revert
you're falling over your own two feet
your face is where your fist will meet
its like you're shooting yourself with your own gun
you're standing in the middle of nowhere staring at the sun
so you'll stay in your isolation
awaiting the next complication
for those of you who think i am but don't seem to know
i am not goth, punk, and for sure not......
EMO! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !