Tell me how
Tell me why
I just want to know
Just tell me
Am I emo?

I’ve been this way
For as long as I can remember
Please tell me
On this day in September.

I don’t know how
I don’t know why
Have all these days passed me by?
Please tell me
I want to know
Am I going emo?

I don’t know where
I don’t know when
Have I been like this
All the time?

You say I am emo
I need to know
How you know
And I don’t.

Is it my voice?
Is it my clothes?
Is it my mind?
Is it my style?
Is it the way I think?
Is it the way I talk?
Is it the way I act?
The way I dress?
The way I express?
Please tell me how you know
When I went emo.

This is all I have to say
I just want to know the truth
I just want to know what you think
I want to know how you know
That I am emo…

Okay...This poem was written, yes in seventh grade. My friend came up to me and said that I was "too emo to hang out with anymore." You have to understand that I was going throught a very hard time back then. I wrote this poem and gave it to her. Well, she laughed in my face and threw it away and hasn't spoken a word to me since then. Again, not very good flow. Make of it what you will.