People are always judging,
And sometimes I hate it.
I walked into school,
With my hair a little bit messy,
And I could feel the stares.
The unasked question in the air,
But I wonder if it ever accured to them,
That I don’t wake up an hour earlier,
To do my hair and make-up,
But instead enjoy that extra hour.
And I may not look as good as them,
But I have no regrets.