I'm judged for who I love
I'm judged on what I listen to
I'm judged on my clothes
On my hair and how I look
I'm judged on the number that shows up on the scale
It seems I'm judged on
Everything
But when it comes to my personality
No one seems to know what to do with it
I don't have the right clothes
I don't have bleach blonde hair
Or pristine blue eyes
I don't cake my face with make up
I don't listen to the perfect music
I don't like clean cut boys
I care for the outcasts and the misfits.
I like a boy with a few tattoos.
I'm judged on everything
But me.
But who the hell made /you/ my judge?!
