How dare you judge me for how I look,
speak or breathe?
You have not been through half,
of what I've been through.
You have not walked a mile in my shoes.
If you could,
oh little miss perfect,
you would not make it a single day.
I doubt even an hour.
Your razor sharp words,
I've heard them before.
However this time it all feels heavier,
like you've put the weight of the world on my chest,
breaking my ribs and crushing my heart.
I do not judge you,
not for a single thing.
So why would you feel the need to judge me?
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
