Yet they judge all my scars
The feelings can never pass
As long as they judge my past.
This short poem was written when some jerk started to judge me. I wonder why they judge me till I see an exact same replica of me in class. I then understand what they felt when they saw me, those thoughts are horrible but they reflected me. I guess that I can never be happy again till I'm in a place where I feel happy and where nobody judges me.
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