Judges Poem by Paola Elizabet Mateo

Look at her clothes
Look at her hair
Look at her face
Look at her house
Whats wrong with her?
You're ugly
Your shirt is cheap
You're so wierd
You're too serious
You're too comidic
You're too dark
You're too late
You're not tall enough
You're too short
You're too easy
You're a loser
You're annoying
You're too angry
You talk too much
You don't talk enough
You're too nerdy
You're not a joc
You're not a priss
You're not laid back
You're too tired
No one likes you
You should change you hair
You should lose some weight
You should stop talking

SINCE WHEN DID ANYONE BECOME THE JUDGE OF MY LIFE...