Perfect Judges
Why are people always judging me,
while there is pain in my eyes, which they refuse to see.
I’ve been accused of being ungrateful, rude and hard.
But I have to protect myself, people tend to forget that part.
My battles are mine alone to fight,
attempting to keep my head up, with all of my might.
Until there is someone who catches me when I fall,
someone who really understands my silent call,
I will hurt in ways you cannot comprehend.
I will grief in ways you’ll never understand.
I don’t deserve to be judged by you,
Unless you’re perfect in everything you do.
while there is pain in my eyes, which they refuse to see.
I’ve been accused of being ungrateful, rude and hard.
But I have to protect myself, people tend to forget that part.
My battles are mine alone to fight,
attempting to keep my head up, with all of my might.
Until there is someone who catches me when I fall,
someone who really understands my silent call,
I will hurt in ways you cannot comprehend.
I will grief in ways you’ll never understand.
I don’t deserve to be judged by you,
Unless you’re perfect in everything you do.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Clarice: | Dinsdag, juli 04, 2017 21:17 |
| Mensen oordelen soms snel, zonder inderdaad eerst bij zichzelf eens vragen te stellen. Goed geschreven, gts Clarice | |
| Nayeli: | Dinsdag, juli 04, 2017 19:00 |
| painful how you feel - but good you can put it in words | |
| teun hoek: | Dinsdag, juli 04, 2017 17:32 |
| dat die stille roep gehoord zal worden. th | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: Jalaka | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: christina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 04 juli 2017 | ||
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