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Sitting, still deciding
if I would still show myself
to the outside world
of whom the eyes of many
show unsatisfaction and disagreement.

Those mouths-
whom tell bad things
for what they saw in the outside of you.

These hands,
that made many sins
yet chose to do more
and not to do good.

Scars-
of the out and inside
are judged by many.

Achievements,
which are less appreciated.
And failures
that caught attention of all.

What a fair world,
but is full of unfair people;
beautiful, handsome, rich, smart-
poor, ugly, stupid
are the basis for being judged.

I looked at myself again,
not accepting the fact,
that even someone as ugly as me-
is part of the society.

For I have been judging those who judge-
the beautiful, talented, smart and rich.
Judging them 'cause of their ugly personality,
and unfolding their awful secrets.

I am part of the society
who judges those who judge me but secretl
I will slowly accept it
but will you accept it too?

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