The Consequences of a Judgemental World

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People always tell me
"stop fearing the unknown"
but what they think has never been secret
it's something they have openly shown.

I can feel their judgement
seething through my skin
and knawing at my brain
until I'm giving in.

Waves and waves of heat
rolling up and down my face
how could I stop trembling
as my chest minimizes space?

A careless whisper, too many looks
and a laughter behind the wall
even attempted generosity
and my skin begins to crawl.

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