(#) tortillachip 2011-12-19I also like this a lot. I feel the same way too. I've only been listening to MCR for about 2 years, but they're such an important part if my life. Before I found out about them I wanted to be someone that people liked, tried to make myself be that person. Then I find out about them and I see that they just want us to be ourselves. I'm kinda ashamed of that now, but I know that if I hadn't wanted to be someone else then that message wouldn't have meant much to me at all. Now that I am myself I feel like I'm much better off. Sure there are times when I worry about what people say, and times where I truly believe that I'm never going to amount to anything and I'm ugly, inside and out, and it's not feeling bad or sorry or whatever about or for myself it's just pure insecurity, but now I can just listen to them and be happy and realize that there are bigger things than me and my insecurities. I used to feel like nobody understood me, but then I hear their music and it's exactly what i felt like. I still get those moments, but I'm so much happier and better now. That's my own little MCR meaning story.
Author's responseI'm really happy that you liked this; I feel like this is kinda the most heart-felt thing that I've posted up here (apart from maybe 'Living Death/Dying Life' which is extremely personal) and it's nice to know that you liked this/can relate.
Before I started listening to MCR I was in a really dark place mentally/emotionally. I was really struggling with things that I always tried to hide from other people. But then MCR's lyrics really spoke to me and pulled me through what was probably the hardest period of my life.
I'm glad that their songs made you happier, they did the same for me. I used to get down when someone teased me for being quite fat. Their lyrics pulled me through. But then I did go through a phase of just refusing to eat, I did some stupid stuff and lost a load of weight and all of a sudden people who used to tease me were being really nice to me. Where were they when I cried myself to sleep? Laughing about it. Where were MCR when I needed support? Waiting for me in my headphones, telling me that everything would sort itself out and that it's okay to tell someone you're not okay, that the world can never take my heart, to just sing it all out. And I guess that's what this poem is kinda about (amongs other things).
Anyway, sorry for rambling. I just kinda felt that it was only fair for me to share my story (or at least part of it) seeing as you took the time to tell me yours.
Thank you very much for taking the time to review! :)
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