It is... Mentally and emotionally unstable I have a wound that will never heal No medicine or doctor can fix it because it is not something you can touch It is weak but it is strong It is not only an illusion But a gift its meaning to too great to understand Its needs are to much to handle but yet we put up with it everyday not because we want to but because we have to The only way to survive to is to find that half that is nothing like you to make you whole.Without it you are a puzzle waiting to be solved But arent we all,being deep and honest doesnt work anymore When you lose a figure that is a piece of who you are you lose a bit more sanity But you can only lose so much These things we call emotions are the reasons we are so dangerous as a species Its a gift and a curse in one It allowed me to deceive the mind with and emotion that isnt real to protect my wound This thing called the heart is replaceable But this thing called love is not Its a wound that certain people can heal but will always be scarred Mines however is too broken to fix Too evil to change To angry to comfort Too cold to care What are emotions...well idk I lost mines a long time ago I may be physically here but mentally im not I am...the walking dead I am a lost soul I am already dead They have already won Whats left? Why am still i here? Because i will not accept defeat My names Emoji because i am a deception of life I...am an Emoticon?
At the beginning of this I thought you meant to say "Who is Emo?" And you were giving us this long ass poem about being emo because of the way this whole thing started out and then I skimmed the bottom and it made more sense. ;-;
Loved the little poem-rant the dramatic referencing to Emoji personifying Emotions was a great idea. Kudos.