They all just stare and make their assumption
All in vain
My happiness slain
They take my smile and make it pained

Happy people make me tired
Depressed are those that make me wired
Im so happy that someone doesnt judge
Its like eating that first bit of Christmas fudge

My best friends dont care
Wether its my looks, my hair
They just smile and wave
Like real people do
Criticism is for those, just like you

Critcistic are those who need a life
Too much time can cause such strife
Their parents took them and made them mean
Ive tried to many times to wipe their slates clean

I wish god would take those who care
And make a world that doesnt
Where everyone is equal
And no one stares
Nobody cares just what you wear

But nope
To bad
Im outta luck
I wish I looked like 'whats her name'
On 'that one show'
That everyone likes
This way i wouldnt spend so much time on my eyes
My clothes
My nails
My hair
I DONT GIVE A FLYING HAIR-CARE
 
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