What I Think

While I sit here and think
How I came to be
Then I take a drink
Then think why am I me?
How can people be so mean?
All people do is judge
I'm only a teen
But all I do is hold a grudge
At the people who judge
It's just really wrong
They even judge if someone had a smudge
But those people who are judged try to remain strong
For one day they could be someone
Unlike the people who judge others
For anyone who has or knows someone
Who is judged by others
You should know
That it really hurts
If you judge you're below
You don't know how much it hurts