Yes. This is a poem to say a big "fuck you" to all those little emo kids who complain about every little thing, and society exploiting it. ------------------------- Fuck you society letting one teen after another use words that are slowly beginning to asphyxiate. Instigating us towards the road to hate watching as our decisions reflect our conscience and begin to radiate. Overplayed bellows of "woe is me" do not comply. Its true, I'm not going to lie, there are many times I want to hide away and cry, but I choose to be happy, and my dreams don't fall, they fly. So three cheers for those who can relate, because these next few words aren't up for debate. Angst, sorrow and self-hate, around my life, do not fabricate. So to tell you I'm just another angsty teenager would be a well thought lie. So just because society looms in self-pitty, that means so do I? Well society, you haven't met me, and you can't exploit my individuality. So I'll leave you to snap back to reality, and to those who sit and complain all day, you've confined yourself to society's way. So three more cheers for you, congratulations for being another conformist dropped from the array.