This is a poem ( if you can call it that) about being judged. I hate it when people judge you when they don’t know you well enough!

 You Choose to judge me on the clothes I wear

The music on my i-Pod

And my behavior in school

You ignore my sense of humor

My outlook on life

And my love of laughing

You judge me on the things that don’t explain me

Like the way I have my hair

Or the makeup that I wear

You ignore the facts and focus on  opinions

That other people make of me

Is that really fair?

Why can’t you see

The way I really am?

It’s whats on the inside that counts

Please comment, it is just a draft but I want to make sure it is ok! So don’t be afraid to give a little constructive critism (or however you spell it!)