Sami Woodall

(11-17-92 / Detroit)

Don't Judge Me

People call me freaky,
due to all the black,
and when they talk shit,
they better stay back.

People call me emo,
because I slice my wrists,
I think they sense something,
cause they stay back when I get pissed...

I hate when they say I'm fat,
cause that's not only MY fault,
and I hate when they say shit,
like that I'm in a cult.

I can tolerate alot,
of all these lies,
except one...
when they say I need to die!

It sounds corney,
I know, I see,
that's why all I can say...
Is don't judge me...

Submitted: Wednesday, November 12, 2008
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  • ~*emo*princess *~ (11/19/2008 1:03:00 PM)

    i know how you feel, and i know what you mean. but always remember that you not alone. even tho it may feel like it sometimes. but the point is that there will always be someone out there knowing how you feel. (Report) Reply

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