Judging

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.

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