This is a poem based on a stereotype.
The stereotype I was given: Emo
- 16 Years old
- Male
- Failing School
- Takes Drugs
- Wears Black
Naivety Is Ignorance
My skin beneath me,
Bathed in black. Why try
I can block it out.
Failure comes to all.
Just timing differs.
Some say I'm young.
It's age that matters
I care but only
To disagree. You
Say one pill cannot
Better me? I say
Each beginning is
The start of a fresh
End. So pardon me.
Youth merely helps you
Determine my hope,
Should I have any.
A smoke can help to
Quicken the despair.
And for that I am
Grateful! So leave me.
Leave me be. I have
My own struggles, as
You are never I.
This works very well as a dramatic monologue. There is a clear voice evident.
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