You are not my judge,
Yet your eyes are so condescending,
Your voice holds no love,
Only anger,
And dissapointment,
Please stop looking at me,
Your eyes burn holes in my face,
Burn images into my mind,
When ever I glance over my shoulder your what I see,
Watching my every step,
Waiting for me to slip up,
To make a mistake,
So you can once again feel bigger,
So you can judge me and feel better about yourself,
Look away,
Look inside,
If you want to judge,
Judge yourself.
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