Why do you judge me?
When you don’t even know me
My picture is all you’ve seen of me
My voice is all you’re heard of me
Tell me, do you think you know me?
What was that? A whore, a slut?
You think I don’t hear the names you call me?
I’m not a robot, can’t you see your words hurt me?
These nasty words they leave scars within me
What give you the impression that you know me?
You say pretty girls can’t be trusted
So if I was ugly you’d trust me?
Should I scar myself just so you’d like me?
Broken, battered and beaten. Is that how you’d like to see me?
Do you finally feel like you know me?
You want to see me fall on my face and become a disgrace
You feel bad about yourself so you take it out on me
You feel jealous of the way god made me
Maybe you should try loving you and stop hate on me
Or maybe, just maybe you should try to get to know the real me.
YOU ARE READING
Book of words.
PoetryWriting down what I feel at the moment I feel it has always work for me. I will no longer have that weight or burden to carry around anymore, It frees me. I just want to share them with you guys. I hope you like them, so enjoy reading them just as...
