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Is it here
Yourlips moving
Yet no sound coming from them.

I examine your face
Zits plague it
Your hair unnaturally black
The pants are baggy and raddy
The shirt is honestly disgraceful
Style?

Your words come into play
Yet only my thoughts create them
I try to talk
But you stop me, calling me wrong.
My lips purse and my mind goes wild.

Why is it that you think only you are right?
That the charm you exude is the greatest?

Blood and roses
Great, there you go again-
Talking about how terrible life is.

What is the word I am looking for
That describes you most?

Emo is it?
Is that what you call yourself?
Saying that the world is dark
And the only way to make the darkness go away
Is to cut?

"Life sucks. It's nothing but pain.
God!"
Trademark hair flip.

Your lips move
My eyes close in boredom
Can you not pull off something so simple?

Emo is it?
Well I say a wannabe at that.