emo?

Fate has a way of playing with one's mind
One day bliss next day misery.
Form histeric laughter to oceans of bloddy tears.
Rarley does my bloddied face look fine
Ofen masked by makeup
Scars of lost battles highliting my features.
Sorrow reflected in my eyes
never able to deflect the srutinizing glares of people.
Those who are the wolves that never miss the scent of blood.
They hurry in search of a pray to devour
with their razor sharp tongues
that are tainted with my blood.
a victim, a kill, a spoil I've become.
Wanting to hide in a cave
far far away.
Where it's safe from the dangersome tear hungry blood suckers.