My look

I see them

The look in their eyes

Half of them are scared of me

And half of them are attracted to me

Considering me a beast

A savage animal

To them, I gave up on civilization

All because of how I look

A man with hair past his shoulders

And tattoos covering his arms

Thus to them, I must be a criminal

All because I allow my appearance to represent what's inside

All because I don't want to cover up who I am