This Is Me

i grew up in a small hick town that was no more than 4 miles across. i was the "outcast" , the one who no one wanted to sit by at lunch, the one that never got invited to party's.why because i was"emo" i was emotional and got hurt easy , but with a family like mine you'd understand..yes i did use to cut myself but never deep just enough to watch the blood run down my arm . my scars can tell a story of depression, of being neglected, of being unwanted . to my family my hair was a disgrace because it was not long like theirs , my style was a abomination because i didn't dress like them, and my music was called satanic and blamed for suicide.