A shiver whispers through my soul Reassuring me it's real. Words tickle my ears I am listening -- waiting for truth. Eyes stare Demanding. Why's? Where's? I say you should not care. All you want is one excuse To damn me and My life as FAILED. Point your long rigid finger In my face Down! Down on your knees! you say. You went in between the lines, They say. I look right back I point accusingly (right back); How do you know Where I have been If you haven't already Been there yourself?
Reason for writing:
I get sick of people always being so quick to judge everyone else -- it's usually a sign that they're avoiding the person they are, and highlighting others' faults to help hide their own.
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