It seemed safer to hold it in, where the only one who could judge was me.
Just Listen by Sarah Dessen
Care what others think and you’ll always be their prisoner.
How many legs does a dog have if you call the tail a leg? Four. Calling a tail a leg doesn’t make it a leg.
I’m tired of the judgment, I’m tired of the looks, I’m tired of people saying, “That girl is no good.” I’m my own person; I’m not like you so stop judging me because this girl has been through so much more than you.
She’s too short. He’s too tall. Her eyebrows are too thick and his nose is too small. She acts too sad. He looks too weird. Her freckles are too big and no one likes his beard. Her mouth is full of metal. He has four eyes instead of two. Her hair is way too dark and his eyes are way too blue. She paints her nails black. He always wears a tie. She’ll never smile. He’ll never cry. She won’t be noticed. He won’t make the team. Her name will never be in lights and he’ll never achieve his dream. Why must we all be judged? Why is being accepted so tough? Why do people try so hard and why are teenage years so rough? No one should be judged. No one should be hurt by something you say. No one should be excluded and most of all no one should be treated this way.
You call me sh*t. I know, I know but too bad for you, I don’t stoop that low.
If I, who am the hardest judge upon myself, can accept myself, so can you.
Don’t tell me who I am because unless I write all my thoughts down on a piece of paper and hand it to you, you don’t even know half my life.
You can label me prep. You can label me a sl*t. Go ahead. Call me a b*tch. That’s great. So what?
If you don’t know me then don’t judge me. No one ever said that you had to love me.
You can talk about me behind my back or you can laugh in my face but deep in your heart you know you wanna take my place. That’s what I say to all the fake ass fellas and snitches; you better say nothing about me ’cause only God can judge me.