I wouldn't consider myself what many tend to negatively call 'a teenage emo'

Although by my music tastes, some may think so

But this genre seems to produce

Much of the music that makes me move

The discovery of the base

Beating ever presently

Guiding the music and my spirit

The uncovering of the drums

The heartbeat of the song

Giving rhythm to life itself

The life of the guitar

All types weaving together

The voice of the music and my veins

The unwavering lyrics

Voices singing out

Reaching into the depths of my soul

Making me move

Pushing my feet to dance faster

Pulling my mind to reach farther

In through my ears

Out through my

feet

legs

arms

hands

head

hair

mouth

breath

Giving me a voice

That you'd only hear if you really listen

So pardon me if I fold into myself

When you constantly tell me to turn that shit down

Those bad influences

Will ruin you forever

That its just white music made for white people (heaven forbid black people ever listen to, connect with, and love that garbage)

Who feel that they have more issues

Than in reality

So pardon me when I grow silent

Hiding myself farther away

Because I know that what you say isn't true

And I am tired of your scathing words

Making me feel more alone (Is there something wrong with me?)

But I can't let you take away what makes me feel

Feel like me

Feel free

I can't let you take away my rock

So let's roll

Let's cry

Let's get angry

Let's scream

Let's love

Let's hope

Let's inspire

Let's feel

Because isn't that what music's all about?

Inspiration: My music tastes (and the struggles with identity that come with it) and my mum (bc my dad don't know enough about me to really give a shit)

And of course---- THE MUSIC