Stop the Judging
People call her weird
But it's herself who she really fears
"Her style is whack because she wears all black"
But little do they know, she's on Prozac
The boy who goes home
Whose surrounded by people
But still feels alone
A one man band, that no one can understand
Pencil in his right hand and gun in his left hand
A girl screams, but no one hears her
When she looks in the mirror
With innocent eyes
She hates what she sees, so she breaks down and cries
Her body is filled with bumps and bruises
At the game of life, she always looses
Her family's heart's will be torn
But she's ready to win, so she turns to porn
Others you can't critique
Because no one is perfect
And we're all unique
You never know the pain that lies
Behind someone's somiling eyes
You don't know if they've been through the mud
So do them a favor, and just don't judge