Emo, freak, goth, I’ve heard it all already
Shot out from your lips as you try to belittle me
Through the dictionary your hands flip
Eyes glancing over words your mind trips
Failing to determine a declaration
For it’s impossible to locate the illumination
Or a person’s spirit, their very soul
Something like that can’t be cast as a role
Call me a cliché, you can do it all you like
Because I know the facts, I’m not a stereotype
How can you even try
Merely attempt to define
My whole essence in one single word
You might as well call it a lie
For there is no power of thine
To label one simply as a jock or a nerd
Weirdo, geek, loser, dork
Even a synonym won’t work
Words can be powerful but they are nothing
When it comes to describing a human being
Give up naivety now or sulk in the shame
As you struggle to sum up an entirety in one lonely, lowly name
Christen me however you choose
You’re ultimately going to lose
You just aren’t able to place a label
Of what someone is capable
Based on the little you grasped when you haven’t even asked
A single question about my person
You don’t know my dreams, my ideas, my thoughts
Ignorant to my troubles, the battles I’ve fought
You’ve judged me by my cover
Making no effort to discover
Who I really am underneath it all
What is left when my mask falls
So you can continue on spouting your stereotypical labels
But remember for once, they’re as true as Aesop’s fables