Emotional... That was me the chick that would sit in the corner and contemplate about Society's problems and then come up with solutions that had nothing to do with me. I just cared a little too much. Maybe I was noisy or just sentimental all I know was I am an observer. I would rather listen than speak so I never got my point across. I would come up with good ideas then soon forget them.. And speak over people but not because I thought it was most important but my memory was a little foggy and I just didn't want to forget once it was my turn. I thought loving Punk and alternative music would make me different but it didn't it just made me stick out in a bad way. You see people would assume just because of the way I dressed that I was a troublemaker. They were right but not because of my appearance but because I wanted to do so in order to be noticed I didn't care what they thought.
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Author:
JustSADA (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2017 00:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Im still Emo tbh 😔
- Category: Reflection
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It's 3:13 a.m. here and I couldn't sleep so I clicked on MPS to read . So I'm groggy and I read "Once upon a Time I was Emo" and it comes across "Elmo" instead if "Emo". I thought ,"Oh nice a muppet poem to go with my spaghetti mind ." But I see it was about the music , a life syle , being someone different , independently . Then I realized I'm into punk , alternative , emo . Long before they had a nane . And I'm the same person now as I was then . I guess I'm just a "Creep".
Well expressed poem, Sada! My preference ... you might want to try incorporating structure into your poetry, breaking it up into stanzas.
Thank you for the feedback.
Well expressed. Once upon a time I was emo also.. Don't matter your appearance. It's who you are inside as a person. Don't matter what people think. Be who you are regardless what any one thinks. Stay true to your self. I really loved this.
Thank you for the advice you sound very well experienced.
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