A.N. This is awful. I will do better next time. :.)

Why do you treat me like I’m already dead?

I didn’t ask for much, just wanted a friend

But your eyes dissect me like I’m the scum of the earth

I already doubted my own value and worth

But you disregarded everything I was

You don’t know me, but you still judge

And maybe some time, you’ll finally see

Why I chose what I wanted to be

But you don’t know me, so please don’t pretend

And don’t pass judgement on what you don’t understand

And don’t look at me with that pitying distaste

Because all of your hatred is just going to waste


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