Ready or Not 'Emo' I Come

Fine call me emo
If that's what you think.
Calling me names
Just to help your own self-esteem.
You make me sick with all these lables and things
I am no goth
I just like being me
My stomach churns at thought of being like you
A senseless robot without your own mind
Any decision, others choose.
You have no spine
All you do is mimic
You won't even stand something different.
What kind of life is that?
Do you like being just another in the crowd
It's like you don't even have a face
You are nothing but the new generation
A clique consumed race.
You spit your insults this way and that
But deep inside you wish you were me.
You can bearly handle maintaining your stats
With the group in which you call friends
Tell me, if you needed them
Would they stand by you till the very end
Or throw you aside like a bag of trash?
You'd be old news
Just one less
They'd find a replacement
As quick as that.
So just keep calling me whatever you please
At least I am free
To be myself.
Ready or not 'Emo' I come
Because you can never change who I am.
You are no one person
Just a clique with no good reason.