I don’t blame anyone for my imperfection
But it upsets me I’m treated like an infection
judgments upon me, without knowing me
To their standards, I’m not good enough
They’re throwing rocks, until I hit rock bottom
I should just hide, maybe like a phantom
Stop judging me as if I'm a disgusting insect
for you're not as clean as you imagine yourself to be.
Monday, April 19, 2010
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