Asylum

This is a poem about how society tends to judge people without getting to know them.

You don't like the way I look

Am I a junkie or a crook

So you don't like the way I dress

Do you think of me less

You don't like how I act

I guess my brain is out of whack

You don't like what I believe

I guess I'm just a heathen

You left me in the junkyard