Don’t mind my business…

 

I struggle some days.

My burdens are heavy,

and I struggle.

Some days I just want to be numb.

Who has the right to judge how I cope?

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Judge, jury and executioner…

So you met me once.

You spent five minutes in my company.

That was almost ten years ago.

 

That gives you the right to judge me?

 

In my time of devastation and heartbreak,

You judged me loudly.

 

How does it feel to be you?

Sitting high and mighty

on your self acclaimed pedestal… 

Are you content with your life?

Do you like who you are?

I want to wish my pain on you

But I wouldn’t wish this for anyone.

I want to hate you, and kick you, if you ever meet your downfall.

Kick you right in the heart…

The reality is that I wouldn’t do what you did to me

I’m a bigger person than that.

I want to be able to forgive you.

But I’m not actually that big.

 

 

I met you once.

I spent five minutes in your company.

Almost ten years ago.

You have no right to judge me.