XXxinsanityxXx• Show poetry

I hate it when you say i pose. But no one really knows. Im sorry I'm not like you all. And sometimes i trip and fall. I'm not a freak. Im not a poser. Only if i would let someone a little closer. Why do you say that? You say all I want is attention. I swear I'll kill you all and I promise it will be worse then your stupid detentions. I am emo. So what. Im not a poser and im not a freak. But if u wish I can be a bit**.
When you say the sad things about me you say, all i do is keep quiet. Some ask me wats wrong. I look at them then turn around and walk away. And as I am walking I whisper "Everything".
I look at my mom with fake a smile. As a tear rolls down my face, I turn around and say "I'm sorry Mom. I can't do this any more." She says "If you need someone to talk to sweetie I'm here." She just doesnt get it does she?? You never stop to think what I must be thinking as I leave scars and bleed out my own worst fears. If you are staring at me, please don't. I mean no harm but look for no pain. Because there is enough i have gained. I'm sorry you call me that. But must you remember, I am not a "freak, a poser, a attention seeker". I am none of those.
"emo" is just a lable. it comes and goes with the scars that show.

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My name is Chris
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,

I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?

I wish I were better
I wish I werent ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.

I cant do a wrong
I cant speak at all
Or else im locked up
All day long.

When im awake im all alone
The house is dark
My folks arent home
When my mommy does come home

I'll try and be nice,
So maybe ill just get
One whipping tonight.
I just heard a car

My daddy is back
From Chariles bar.
I hear him curse
My name is called

I press myself
Against the wall
I try to hide
From his evil eyes

Im so afraid now
I starting to cry
He finds me weeping
Calls me ugly words,

He says its my fault
He suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me
And yells at me more,

I finally get free
And run to the door
Hes already locked it
And i start to bawl,

He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,

And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken,
"Im sorry!", I scream
But its now much to late

His face has been twisted
Into a unimaginable shape
The hurt and the pain
Again and again

O please God, have mercy!
O please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door

While i lay there motionless
Brawled on the floor

My name is Chris
I am three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me

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Love is a strong word. I dont throw it around. I only use it when i mean it. And if you love me and i dont love you, I'll let you know. Don't worry.