I get judged where ever I go,
Dressing in black is all they know,
Strange looks and feelings of hate,
Some think I belong in a metal crate,
Wild and crazy is what people see,
Nobody takes time to know the real me,
I know my appearance may seem depressing,
All this judgement is suppressing,
Darkness and death is all they think,
I donâ??t cut myself over a sink,
I donâ??t cry every night,
Iâ??m not a sorry sight,
Planning my death,
Waiting for my last breath,
Is what they all believe,
Satan, ghosts, and rituals is what they see,
In a jail or prison is where she should go,
One more heartbreak and she will blow,
Although I seem very weak,
I am strong underneath,
Just because I dress in black,
Does not mean I am on crack,
I get judged where ever I go,
Dressing in black is all they know
