Possibly feverish ramblings

To judge me by my clothes
is not to see what tastes I have,
but those
of an indie-kid sister, and often fashionable friends:
those on whose opinions I depend.

To judge me by my words
of teenage angst
is not to understand at all
(a cry of 'emo!' these days levelled at the slightest act
of daring to show sadness).
As is the very fact of having a LiveJournal,
let alone to post one's poems in it.
This is not a poem,
just a thought.