Why do you judge me?
Is it that hard to see
That the girl standing here
Is not who you think?
What's on the outside
Is not what's within
The smile on my face
Is what I try to believe in
You have all the freedom that you need
Well they say less is more
I mean, you have more tears than even I could afford
So, I was wrong
Now I see true
If you can judge me
Why don't I judge you?
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
Thơ caJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
