She hides her pretty eyes
Beneath a mask of mascara
And indifference
Her face is a brood
Of sullen glances
Stolen from silent screen actresses
Dead long before she
Was even conceived
She says she's not sad
Just concerned
For a world that is going to shit
A world where achievement means nothing
And celebrity is everything
She says she has no one
To look up to
No positive role models except
Emo rock stars
Not much older than she
She says no one has any idea
How hard it is being who she is
Just as her older sister
Her cousins, her aunts
And her mother thought before her
No one understands
They don’t think or act like her
And obviously don’t care
What she fails to realise
(And something I all too readily understand
With the benefit of experience)
Is that while ‘emo’ might mean emotional
There are so many more emotions
Than just glum or morose
I’m sure she will wake up one day
Strip away the gloom and doom
And emerge, like a butterfly
From her cocoon
And fly off into a brilliant future
Where she will outshine
Everyone around her