Misjudged

When I step outside people look at me,
They stare and try to figure out who I can be.
When I look at them they start to grit,
I'm like "man, they need to quit."
They don't know me so why do they judge me,
It's just another form of jealousy.
People need to open there eyes and see who I am,
Instead of hating they should be my friend.
Instead of saying those hurtful words,
Say words of courage.
When I frown,
Help me turn it upside down.
Be my friend and you will see,
The type of person that I can be.