Everyday is the same.

The boy I want don’t notice me.

Like I’m some kind of freak.

A freak that no one want to be around.

I know that my hair is long and black.

I am Emo and that is the way I look.

So is the boy I like.

It like he can’t see that I love him.

I try to reach out to him to show him I care for him.

It breaks my heart that he don’t want my love.

Only 16 years old and everyone around me don’t want me.

By Jamar Humphries