You never know what you've got til it's gone. Emo, punk, alternative, whatever I'm just being me. I never did understand how people could go on like nothings wrong. Well I think I've got it mastered. You all sit there and laugh at me because I'm different, I'm laughing because you all are the same. Why does love always creep where it cannot go? It's a soul-hurt, abody-hurt, a real-gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart-pain. I hate love. The difference between you and me is, you are a geinus and I'm crazy. But you don't relaize a geinus has limits and i don't. People say ' no man is worth your tears, the one who is, won't make you cry.' So far in my life I haven't found that man. I can barely survive a night thinking about what I've done, let alone thinking about what I could've done. Being punk doesn't mean how many bracelets you wear....what your hair color is or even if you've had thoughts about suicide.... Punk is what's inside you the whole time......... With love and hate combinding to make one unique person. You cuts and your wardrobe does not help you in being punk either. Punk, as some say is just a label that people put on the outcasts. No normal person likes a punk person because they are different. They are scared of changing, thinking it's a bad thing, well you go right ahead and think that, and I will keep going on continuing to change every day in every little way.
Sarah matthews
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