emo

I see you fucking stare why don't you say a word

I see your eyes but I don't see your lips move

But your eyes do up and down my body

Seeing my stripes and my red earring

The black eyeliner with the nails all blue

I'm not your basic ordinary kid

Who dresses up with the khaki shorts on a Sunday noon

Instead, I'm wearing a shirt that says that I'm better off dead

Sike mom I'm not a little kid just observe who I am

Just accept who I am and embrace who I wanna be

With my hair pulled back and the blacked-out jeans