People judge you.
Even without noticing.
They judge you by your looks.
I can't even wear what I want, my mom tells me no.
She says child services will call.
But thats the way I want to dress.
Judging.
The "popular" girls or the "higher ranked" get to tell the ones who are lowered than them that they need to wear makeup.
Because their "ugly"
They get to tell us to go on treadmills because we're "fat"
That doesn't stand right for me.
They look at a suicidal and calls them pathetic because they cut and want to die.
They complain because their mom didn't by the $200 dress they wanted but instead bought them a $300 dollar shirt.
And the ones that have almost nothing hear them.
They make us feel bad about ourselves.
They sleep with high schoolers at a young age and think it's cool.
For frig sakes.
They complain because at school they have to do work.
They think the world revolves around them!
But it doesn't.
At a dance they think they can call a mellow girl a hooker because of the way she dances.
They think they have the right to video tape her.
Without her knowing.
And then when reality comes back at them they cry to their mothers because they don't like living anymore.
It would be mean to do the stuff that they did to you, but it also feels like you should.
What do you do?
How do you deal with it?
Who? what? when? why?
Draft: October,9,2016
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Observance
RandomThis is just what I observe around me. What I see in my eyes. These are old and I wrote them when I was like 13-15 years old, just publishing them! °~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~° -NO COPY WRITE!-