The way I am

He looks at me and scowls
Because of the way I look
He says the way I am is fowl
And that I should go bury my nose in a book

She looks at me and whispers
And giggles to her friends
They notice every blister
From my skin to my split ends

They look at me and look away
They don't want to get involved
They see things like this every day
Problems like this cannot be solved

To you people who are so judgmental:
Knock it off, you have flaws too
I'm just being the way I am
You think I'm gonna stop because of you?