Words Left Unsaid | Poetry

aren't we all the same?

I look at them,
with the wrong I see.
But never did I point at myself,
A sinner I can be.
Why do we judge people
locked up behind bars.
what do we know about the story
behind their deep, dark scars?
Why do we judge people
wearing ripped off dresses
did you even see the sorrow, painful look on their faces?
Why do we call them "ugly" when we're ugly
ourselves.
Why is it easy; why don't we embarrass ourselves?
Many say that "they are to blame."

I object, it ain't true,
and..
aren't we just the same?