Pink Hair

So my hair is pink. So what? Does it make me a bad man? I’m different. But you’ll never understand. I’m not diseased, I am no psycho. All I wanted was a little self expression, A little individualism, to try something new. But you. You will judge me, based off of what you see. Based off what you think you know. Pathetic. How can you know? How could you possibly understand? I colored my hair pink. It’s not a big deal but you. You made it one. You judge me based on what you think you know. What of the others? The ones with forbidden, sacrilegious loves? You judge me to a harsh extent. And my hair is merely pink.