You think you see, everything
you think you know, everything
but you don’t.
You don’t know a single thing about me, hey maybe on the off chance you recognize my face and remember my name from hearing it in passing but don’t you dare walk up to me, talk to me like you know me, joke around like my friends do, and try to judge me when I’m not cool with it.
I’m not just some girl who stands around waiting for the abuse to be called names and horrible comments made about me, don’t think that because it SEEMS like I’ve got it made, that I actually do, because chances are if you were to step into my shoes for just a couple days you’d come out crying like a bitch.
So I stand here before you today with my head high and my shoulders back showing you what I want you to see, don’t make a judgment call or try to tell me who I am or what you THINK you know about me. Because more than likely you’re wrong.