Their words are heard for miles...
Their gossip like whispers snigger...
It's called being judged
Why? For what?
Because you're you?
Judged because of your music type? Your attitude?
Your interests?....
Why?
Do their harsh words mean so much?
The shirts they're wearing, the way they are caring..
Why?..
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Maybe I'm strange
It doesn't mean anything.
Let them judge
Their harsh words come flying across
I beg for mercy because I feel trapped.
Begging for mercy doesn't help
I have to beg for them to stop.
Other wise when I yelp
They'll know I'm weak..
Why do we all judge?
Is there a point?
My insides ache at the thought of it..
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No worse: WE all ache from the thought of it.. even if it doesn't happen to everyone...
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A/N: I split this up into more of a general theme and then my own version. Hope you all enjoyed! ^.^
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Memorable Writings
Poetry•Memorable writings is a collection of my writing and poetry •In simpler terms- thoughts and feelings DISCLAIMER: (1) Contains topics of detailed and dark writing. Do not read if you have any uneasy feelings about this.
