My Emo Life

I think being emo is really cool. In fact, it's what I try to be in my spare time. Apparently wearing my black ArtStreet t-shirt isn't emo enough for some people. I'm going to have to take my efforts to the next level.

Another trait emo people share is their love of dark poetry. Lucky for me, there still isn't much for me to do at my internship. So today in the office, I turned off the lights, lit a few candles, put on some black eyeliner, and wrote this FABULOUS poem about the inner struggles of humanity. This is only my first attempt to write poetry about how much I hate my life, so bear with me.

Title: I Hate Everything

The darkness that surrounds my soul is fleeting.

Finding reason to go on can be defeating.

Finding my place here can be disconcerting.

How do I keep myself from hurting?

I hate my mom and I hate my dad,

But most of all, I hate the Cleveland Indians because they are bad.

The insignificance of what lies ahead,

Can only be redeemed by eating whole wheat bread.

My heart aches like a tree crushed by 1,000 bulldozers.

Twilight fans are a bunch of posers.
Looking for the answer, searching for the cause,

Not going to get that round of applause.

Books, pictures, and people all have a story.

There are a lot of letters in the word 'inflammatory.'

I hate to love, I hate to rhyme,

But it's a poem, so bite me.

Sadness. People are dyin.'

Thankful that my name is not Ryan.

Could they make the color of my highlighter,

Any brighter?

I sit here and ponder, then I hurled,

Wondering, why did they have two different Morgans on 'Boy Meets World'?

There is no point anymore for any sort of reaction,

"Because I can't get no satisfaction" (Rolling Stones).

I hate this world, this small abyss,

Emo 2009, what can get better than this?

If that isn't emo, I don't know what is.