Judge

don't judge me

Walking down the lonely street,

broken up and lost'n' beat,

fighting for what I think's right,

what a terrible world--horrible sight,

 

I think this and you think that way,

lost in hopeless, dirty ashtray,

friends or foes or strangers too,

is this the type of things we do?

 

I wonder why we can't all try,

instead of lying, hope to die,

why do you judge the things I say,

are these the things you do all day?

 

Waiting for a victim doom,

losing lives all way too soon,

hoping to cope a new way out,

all I can do is scream or shout,

 

I've tried to say things but I can't,

all's you do is yell and rant,

I'd wish I never tried to say,

why can't we get along today?

 

You judge me like a stripper girl,

bricks and glass--I want to hurl,

I fight for what I think is right,

there's no way out--endless fight,

 

I walk on by the lonely street,

hoping things are calm and meet,

but all you do is sharp that dagger,

as I walk on home in clumsy stagger.

 

 

 

Reviews

[Amy]

Wow, this is a really good poem. You have talent.