Sit Us All On A Shelf
If I wore black, you would label me a Goth,
If my skirt was short, you would call me a slut,
If I wore spikes, you would class me a punk,
And if I dressed in pink, you'd think I was a prep.
If I was a cheerleader, you'd think I was stuck-up,
If I liked Avril, you would say I was a poser,
You'd call me attention seeking if I was unhappy,
And you'd fail to look beyond the outer layer.
Is it so hard not to judge by what you see?
Can't you be friends with someone,
Even if they don't dress the same as you?
Why must you try and fit people into categories,
As though they all need a place to belong.