I don't fit a cookie cutter image

Of anything

I'm not exactly emo--

I don't just wear black

I don't hate myself

Or cut myself

Like some of that pack

I'm not exactly depressed

I laugh a lot

I find life amusing

And sometimes confusing

But I'm good with what I've got

I'm not exactly insane

I don't hear voices

I'm not psychotic

I'm not that exotic

I'm simply stoic

And a bit neurotic

My life's just a jumble

Of words and narcotics

I'm an addict of the static

That plays through my head--

But when the time comes

I might just choose

Silence instead