They will judge you, how quick they judge.
All the people that will never know the beginning of your story.
So you write your story and still they read their own ending.
Killing all the words you sacrificed to create what you are.
You damn their judgement as you become aware of their eyes.
Learning to live despite their despise.
Do you live, or do you live.
Do you become the way you must be or the way you are.