Everyday I am judged
People look at me and
Think they know who I am
I am judged by my appearance
By how much money I have
By the people I hang out with
But the most depressing thing
Is being judged not by who you are
But by what everyone else thinks of you
Popular opinion is adolescence�s flaw
It guides our actions, our opinions
It�s blinding
If the right person hates you
Everyone does
Rarely do you meet someone
Who can think for themselves
No one thinks to get to know you
They assume and accept preconceptions
Once the initial judgement is made
Opinions can rarely be changed
You are forever what others think
The even sadder thing is
That I�m the same way
I judge myself by others� misconceptions
I don�t know who I really am
So the closest thing I have is
What others think
Right or wrong
It�s easier than trying to find myself
Inside this cluttered, confused mind
