Ode to Emo, V. 2.0

I believe you, dear - Of course I do
I see your sadness in those scratches along your wrists.
You know - the ones that aren't deep enough to bleed?
Uh... I mean...
'Your suffering builds,
And claws at your bruised and so battered soul.'
Is that your brand new Mustang that you didn't need?
I mean...
To be different among these carbon-copy posers,
Is truly such a feat. You will show them all, soon -
Boys will wear tight pants - you won't meet their demands!
But...
Dear, you cannot be finished yet
The love of your parents is not enough
Doesn't anyone know that they don't understand?!
Sure...
Gather your mopey, your sad and gloomy!
Don your glasses-sans-lenses!
But how to decide how to sweep my shaggy black mane?
Uh...well...
Fear not, sad dearies - your dark ship will come in
You'll belong with the others; the others like you
Together you'll be different, dear - by being all the same.