My Community is often called dark.

We are often mistaken as rundown.

However we are the ones with the spark.

We will be the ones invading the town.


Dressed in black but with a splatter of pink.

Our handle is Emo, what does that mean?

We shed tears of rainbows and we bleed ink.

We are the cast out and we are the keen.


We all know how we feel and it is shown.

We cuddle with you, we will cry for you.

Hearts on our sleeves our Emotions are known.

We are the many and we are the few.


When you hate, when you show your affection.

You are emo when you feel Emotion.


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