These People

A Poem by chandlerl

YOUUUU...jking

I feel lost among these people,
like I don't belong.
Which is good enough for me.
They look and judge,
but do they really see?
Do they see me for who I am
or is it just what I wear?
Do they hate me for the person I am?
Or is it just what I wear?
Do they hate me for
the person I am?
Or is it just the style of my hair?
They judge on petty- shallow things.
While I judge them for
the two faced liears they can be.
What do I get in return?
A slap in the face,

cold, hard, reality.