Don't Judge Me - Ok?

You may think you have me

All figured out

From the things you have heard

Most negative no doubt

You look down upon me

With scornful delight

In your house made of glass

Where you're so perfect - right?

Well - you do not know me

And you haven't a clue

What's totally fiction

And what's really true

My life is my life

So all I can say

Is get on with your own

And don't judge me - ok?