Judgement.

No one laughs anymore.

No one calls me names anymore.

Yet, there is still judgement.

I try to stand out, and be who I am.

I am an individual...

Just the way we are supposed to, right?

Yet, there is still judgement.

I do very well in school.

I may not dress like everyone else.

I may not be skinny like all the other girls.

Others may see me as simply,"The Emo Chick"

But I am more than that.

I could give it up.

But why should I conform?

I refuse to be who I am not.

Yet, there is judgment.

I just want to be who I am.

Looked upon as an intellectual individual and someone who can rock 'n roll.

There is nothing more important to me than individualism.

There is judgement, but I am strong.