When people see you, what do they think? In my opinion, people judge me all the time. When I first came to this school, I was a well-dressed, quiet, normal girl, but as the years went by, people started not to like me because of how I look. During my years in high school, I discovered a lot about myself and who I really am in my life and in this world. I am an outcast. I’m a emo.

Emo: “A style of rock music typically characterized by melodic musicianship and expressive, often confessional lyrics.” This definition is the real one. Emo: “a type of style where kids wear black clothing and eyeliner to express the depression and misery they go through, cut their wrists to feel the pain of life.” This definition of emo is a stereotype. Emos are not this definition. Emo is just a style which brings out your personality and how you are.

I am like this because throughout my entire life, I’ve been through so much pain. When I was little, I was molested by my mom’s friend, and this affected my entire life completely. My mom was very upset and hurt that this happened to me, and my dad was so mad that he wanted to find the guy who did it and beat him up for touching his daughter. I was ashamed and blamed myself for what happened. My mom tried to do something about it. She couldn’t see her daughter out on the porch crying her tears out.

I am like this because I have things to hide in life. People shouldn’t feel sorry for me, I’m OK. But I want people to know that I am very sensitive, and I’ve been bruised all over my body. All I want is for people to be in my life and to make my life happy. I want to be myself, not judge me anymore. I am my own personality, I am my own self. It’s like I say all the time: “There’s only one ME in the world.”