Who are you to judge me?
Who are you to tell me I’m not good enough?
Who are you to tell me I’m not pretty?

I may not be the prettiest girl in the world but at least I’m proud to look the way I do. You’re just a girl that wears 10 pounds of make-up.
Who are you to tell me I’m not good enough when you have to hide behind lies?

At least I don’t have to wear tight, small clothes to get the boys attention to look good.
I can wear sweats and they will notice. They make fun of it too. They would say I look like I just rolled out of bed or it doesn’t show off my body the way they want it too. I think it’s funny cause I don’t dress to impress anyone. I dress the way I do because I like it.

I’m not judging you…but I remember one day seeing you get out of your car
And…your mom slapped you.
You rubbed your face and blinked back the tears.
You wanted to cry, not because it hurt but because it wasn’t the first time she had done it.
You saw me and then walked off like you were proud.
Wow, well….congratulations.

I’m not judging you I’m only telling you what you won’t admit to yourself.
You walk around here like perfect patty when you know that in reality you’re no where near being happy?

Who are you to judge me when you have your own problems?
Who are you to tell me that I’m not pretty when you have to wear a mask of make-up just to look good?
Who are you to tell me I’m not good enough when I’m just as much of a human as you are? I don’t get it.

I’m not asking or telling you to change I just think you should bring out the real you.
The one that you’ve hidden

I can’t be the one to judge when I am beaten everyday.
How can I judge when I don’t have the money to buy decent clothes that barely fit me the right way?
See you and I aren’t that different. Yes we have our differences but we both have it rough.
We both hide everything behind our smiles and pretend everything is fine. We both sit here and pretend our parents don’t beat us to the core of our soul.
We both sit here and pretend like nothing happens at home.

I can’t even cry anymore because I’ve so much that there’s nothing left in me.
You can’t cry because you never get the chance. You don’t want your friends to see you because you know they won’t care.
And me….i don’t have any friends to talk to. But it’s not like they would understand anyways right?

Is this why you judge others? Is this why you make others miserable? Well it’s not gonna fix anything. Calling someone ugly ain’t gonna make you pretty. So what’s the point?

It’s about time someone tell you the truth. But I’m only telling you because I understand and I see it from your perspective and even after you pushed me down time after time I still want to help you.

I stopped getting after I found out the reason behind it all I wasn’t….opps I mean you weren’t really mad at me you were mad at life.

How can we judge each other when we were both so deep in the dark we didn’t even know where to begin to start looking for the light?
How can we judge each other when we don’t even know who we are anymore?
How can I judge you when we have the same personality?

This whole time I looked at you in pity when it was my fault because I didn’t look in the mirror correctly.
This whole time I thought I was looking at someone else when that YOU was the old me.