Judgments are all too easy to make,
Sometimes they cause things to break,
They're based on experience, not always on truth,
And often they make fools out of your youth,
So,
Judge me not on the colour of my skin,
Judge me not on the way that I sin,
Judge me not on my insecurities,
Judge me not on my many impurities,
Judge me not on the way I m being,
But judge me based on what you're seeing,
Because the way I am is not who I can be,
Can you see a better side of me?
I judge myself harshly too often,
I guess that it's true that I feel broken,
But in the end words can't disguise,
That'll always be this person I despise
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