They called her emo, <br />they called her names. <br />They were cruel, <br />they blocked the suns rays. <br />They were afraid, <br />because she was different. <br />They didn't understand, <br />they didn't get it. <br />They didn't know, <br />and yet they went on. <br />Thought they knew everyhting, <br />well they were wrong. <br />She was beautiful, <br />inside and out. <br />Alittle marked, <br />no doubt. <br />But without scars, <br />on her skin or on her heart, <br />she couldn't say, <br />she knew the way. <br />Because with hurt, <br />comes experience, <br />and experience, <br />makes so much difference. <br />So she has felt, <br />pain you couldn't dream, <br />she has delt, <br />with more than your worst imaginings. <br />And she knows, <br />more than you. <br />She knows, <br />pain and truth. <br />So call her emo, <br />call her a freak. <br />Because she knows better, <br />then to care what you think.<br /><br />Hailey Agnew<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/they-called-her-emo/
