self-absorbed

You fear me because of my anger

You hate me because of my pride

You don’t even stop for a moment to think

What I might be like inside

I judge you by how you behave

I judge you on clothes that you wear

I like you because of the car that you drive

And the way that you style your hair

Your group is defined by the logo

So proudly displayed on your shirt

You could give a damn what the other kids think

If they breathe, if they feel, if they hurt

I love how you cut people down

With that harsh, icy, judgmental glare

And pay so little attention to how

When you walk by the other kids stare

They used to respect your opinions

And think what you said was pure gold

But you only follow the trends now

You only just do what you’re told

(c) 2003 Jordan Baugher