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you look at me. my smeared make-up. my colorfull hair and think, pathetic. you dont love me for who i am. u wish i looked normal like the rest, u wish i wasnt so strange. u look at my hair and think childish. how is color childish? i like it. it reflecs who i am and what i like. why am i not accepted in this society? just because my hair is a range of colors, i dont dress normal and my wrists are covered in scars. yes im different, big whoop? im still a person just like you. the outside shouldnt matter so why are you judging me? there are so many other people out there like me. we arent judging you cauuse you dont have colored hair or cut up jeans. not everyone is the same. we all have our differences and we like to express it in different ways. it shouldnt matter what i llok like. we can be friends for who i am. that isnt so hard now is it? look past the outside cuz the inside is what counts. wen u look at my appearance, u may never know who i really am and what im really lik. im silly and fun just like everyone else. i just dont look like them. get over it! its no big deal. it can change. who says ima always look like this? i can look and be like whatever i want so dont judge me ok?
