Ode To Emo Poetry

Oh why oh why, is my life so bad?
      Why do I wake up, and I'm always so sad.
How come I always feel this strange need-
    to write poetry so fast, my brain will bleed.
No it's not lovely, no it don't ryhme.
    My friends complain about me all the time.
My life is so awful,
  no one understands,
    i'll clog up your inbox,
      with ballads and demands,
        for respect,
         which of course,
           nobody reads.
  So don't be a hater,
and delete my emo poems,
you'll regret it later,
when I tell the gnomes.
They'll hit you with bags of lime,
they'll eat all of your socks,
so maybe you'll think twice next time,
when you mass delete your inbox.
So even though my poetry,
makes your eyeballs bleed.
DO WHAT I SAY!
      CATER TO MY EVERY NEED!
Read my emo poetry,
    Even though it sings the blues,
because it makes me feel real nice,
   when I get more than five views.