They look my way,

A glance,

That’s all,

It’s enough to make me,

Fear the worst,

Enough to make my skin crawl,

They look through their eyes,

Judging what they see,

They’re all the same,

The judgment,

It states their opinion of me,

My hair, my clothes,

My looks and my stance,

They think they know why I am what I am,

They think they see what there is to see,

They think who they are is better than me,

I know what they think,

That I’m a freak,

And maybe I am,

But you know what I learned,

I learned to not give a damn.