About this poem

"Emo, faggot, nerd, gay, filth,

Pointless taunting, every day

My thoughts are ridiculed,

Ripped savagely to bits

To those who see them as harmless phrases,

Believe me,

In my eyes and mind

They cut deeper than the sharpest of knives,

I realize

I am not the best looking

The cleverest

Most popular,

But you will be sorry,

So so sorry, begging at my powerful feet,

When i become the brightest star,

The most vibrant bird,

Soaring through yo..."