The #Emo-Poe[m]

I feel so isolated and confused I feel physically incomplete and emotionally abused Seems like my heart going on a pity cruise Needs an ice-pack to heal its major bruise I feel like my friends aren’t really my friends Seems like they won’t appreciate me ‘til the very end Dudes be talkin hella mess, then around and pretend Tryna front & stunt like he better than all of ‘em I feel that in some ugly, twisted, demented way, I have both nothing and everything to say I want to say the right things to just be cool But now I think that “cool” these days is synonymous wit “fool” Do I want to end up as just another tool? I be like nah brah, I’m chillin in the safe end of the pool Wanted a girlfriend who I share with and last together Yet another side of me just wants to a shawty or two to smash whenever Though I want to stay calm and feel free and blissful happily I don’t want that type of bitch who be all about spending my money I want some real niggas to chill and make moves with, Yet most of them end up fake, talkin’ that fake shit I wanted to be popular when I was on the football team Now I can’t help but be bitter and mean Whenever I’m on the scene, I’m trying to live like I’m walking on a dream Tryna be a caked-up nigga looking to get some good icing/cream Still cool and collected, yet aim to be more firm and strict I refused to be deceived any further with any more of these childish tricks Undoubtedly one of a kind, always on my grind, Trying to get mine while trying to stay on time Halfway thru college now, all bout this life for your boy… UCHENNA EUGENE AMAJOYI