emo poem

by kimmberlleiigh
(timmins ontario canada)

It’s fun to play with guns and knives,
Where I no longer have to hide.
I show myself, the mess I am,
Where I let loose all I can.
Where I can say all I want,
Without the taunts,
The names they call me,
Which yes I may be.
They hurt me inside,
And now I cannot hide,
I live in fright,
And in endless spite.