Judgement

You sound like the friends I am supposed to know
The past I’m impugned to carry in tow

A guilt possessed by what you have sewn
A fictional throne for you to sit upon

Power perceived by tropes you say
Dissolved in knowing its true cliche

For some we must focus on what’s relative
For you a convenient distraction that is decorative

The facade gives you high ground
Privilege of altitude which hears no sound

Be careful of judgements made in thin air
These judgements wreak of a familiar stare

When your conscience finds honesty
You will realize you aren’t looking upon me