Being judged for living chptr:1
I feel all alone although a hundred people surround me
they look and whisper and walk in circle as if they are trying to know me by my appearance
my resting brat face my unriching looks and my mind suddenly goes dark
I can't think I can't speak I just stiffen
all i can seem to do is studder I'm sorry
everyone stops walking in a circle and they start to laugh
as if I was the funniest person on the earth and I close my eyes and start to feel pressured for standing where I stand
Pressured to tell these people I'm not the only guilty party
Or these people who are acting as if they werent the people who made me but turn around and kill our planet kill our people and our palace
Im tired of being judged by these people who are no better of a person than I
I'm tired of these people making US feel like we don't matter and our sadness is in our heads
Our sadness comes from our past and we hold to it as if defines us but it doesn't
We are defined by how we treat people how we treat ourselves and how we treat the less fortunate
