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What's so bad about how I look?

And tell me why you care.

I may be slow, but not naive,

I see the way you stare.

Well, you've never liked me,

And that's all to clear,

I know you talk about me,

Don't think that I can't hear,

The whispers, laughs and comments,

You make em all the time.

Don't care if you're wasting your time,

But now you're wasting mine.

You got a problem with me, that's fine,

So tell me, not the world.

You don't need to broadcast anything,

No one else needs be told.

You say that I'm just so bad,

But, you don't even know me.

You think that I'm so evil,

You just don't understand me.

You refuse me cuz I'm different.

You act like I'm so wrong,

But just you remember, when all's said and done,

I'm the one singing this song.

Without ever stopping and talking to me,

How do you know what I'm like?

The only talks that we've ever had,

You weren't really all that polite.

You told me I'm evil, straight to my face,

Forgive me for taking offense.

I do think that you're stupid for what you have said,

But, you've made no permanent dents.

It's obvious you hate me,

But I really don't care.

You just don't like the way I look,

My earrings and my hair.

I may not fit your model,

For how a guy should look,

But who says your opinion's right?

You find it in some book?

Well guess what, witch,

I like who I've became,

My hair, my clothes, my style too,

It's pointless to complain.

         - Lo Ruhamah