Don't Judge

You think you really know me,
You think you understand.
That’s impossible, though,
Because the key is in my hands.

Don’t judge me by my clothes,
Don’t judge me by my friends.
Don’t judge me by the path I chose,
‘Cuz you don’t know when it ends.

Maybe I don’t dress like you,
And maybe I’m not your friend
But try learning something new,
Or at least try to pretend.

Walk a mile in my shoes,
Try being me.
Maybe then you’ll understand,
Maybe then you’ll see.

P.S. Any poetry in this blog is written by me--Elizabeth.