They don't know who i am,
They don't know my heart.
They just look on the outside,
And then de-part.
They think I'm weird,
They dont give me a glance.
They walk by me like I'm invisible,
not alive,
Without knowing what I'm like on the inside.
They judge me,
BY the way i look.
Its like judging the cover of a book.
I wish they would accept me,
for the way i am.
Because I'm not going to change.
I'm just me..perfect as ill ever be..
