You're the judge

And you're the jury

Why do I have to

Defend myself to you?

If you are the only truth

I must be in the wrong

Because you've already judged me

And your looks say I am guilty

I used to believe the pretty things you'd say

But now those words are twisted with hate

You hate the way I dress, the fact I've got blue hair

If you hate what I am, why do you even care?