Why do people judge?
why are people judged for
who they love, how they dress or act, how they look?
i hate it. i honestly do.
i try to help,
by smiling, waving or just sitting there,
letting them talk or cry.
because they need to let it all out.
all the heartache and pain.
i don't mind, not one bit,
i just want you to know
that i am here for you if you eer need.
even if you ignore me afterwards, i'll still be there.
