Written a couple of months ago when I (possibly mistakenly) felt I was being judged by someone relatively close to me. Sometimes I struggle with the fact that people judge without seeing the full story behind our struggles. It’s a fact of life, people judge. If I could change one thing about the world it would be the judgemental attitude of the world. There is always more to the story. Think.
Scruffy, but I’m dressed
No make up, but I’m clean
Greasy hair, but it’s brushed
Messy house, full of love
I can’t run, but I’m moving
I’m in pain, but I’m coping
Can’t do what I want, but I value what I do
My life is not perfect, but I’m alive
I don’t always succeed, but I try
I don’t acknowledge you judging me.
But I see it.