Judge and Be Judged
The bell rings
Waves of kids come washing by
You can see the fine line between each group
Jocks, cheerleaders, burnouts, and nerds
As you watch each one rushing by to get to their classes
You judge
You don't know them
But you judge
You judge the way they look and the way they walk
And the funny thing is
That they are judging you too
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