I'd tell you not to judge

a book by its cover,

but you've already assumed.

And I'd say to think

before you judged him.

but your prejudice

has already wrought its wounds.

See, I'd wash away

your words with comfort,

but they've already done the damage.

And I would stand up

and say something,

but you've convinced me

that they can manage.

And perhaps one day,

I'll actually take the blame,

but right now I'm too busy

making these claims.

That my troubles,

are all in your name.

When really?