He talks as though he knows me to the very core.
He acts as though he knows how it feels to be where I've been.
He thinks he knows what I've gone through, and somehow he has been through the same situations.
But how can someone be so naive to the truth?
Does it have to slap him in the face for him to realize that he really doesn't know everything?
He can't possibly see what I've seen, be able to feel what I've felt, or be where I've been.
Don't get me wrong,
My life really isn't that bad.
I don't think I've gone through anything that was horribly traumatic enough to say honestly, you can't understand, you can't possibly feel, or know how bad my life is.
But he who judges without knowing is ignorant.
He knows what he sees, he knows what he's told, but never has he heard it from the source.
He says he'll never be accepted into my life,
this may be true,
but he must learn to listen, to process,
he must learn that not all is in his favor,
and sometimes it is more than necessary for him to keep him mouth shut for a change.
He who judges without listening is sure to fail.
He who listens without hearing is sure to fail.
He likes to say he cares, but who's to really know?
If I am just an embarrassment to him,
why or what would he care about?
Me? Myself as a person, a human being, another responsibility?
Or me, the girl who gave him a reputation for my wrong doings, the teenager without a clue, the rebel with misdirection?
He who goes back on his word, and questions answers just to twist the truth,
to me, sounds like he's the one without a clue.
You misjudge, mislead, mistreat, misunderstand, and mistake me for someone I'm not.
Don't tell me you know my life when you know nothing.
Let me live.
You who judge, I hope you fail.
Fall into the shadows and never return
