
If I don’t love me don’t judge me.
If I prove that I am evil don’t love me.
If I show you who I really am what would you tell me?
Huh?
I’d like to know.
You see me smile and think I love me.
You see me do life and think I am foolish.
You give me a slap in the face whenever you kiss me.
If you don’t love me don’t judge me.
I’m struggling to breathe and you hate me.
You tell people I’m evil, you watch me like a hawk waiting for my next move.
My death would be your gain.
I’ve concluded you are more pleased when I am evil then when I am good.
Why?
Because you don’t really love me.
If you don’t love me don’t judge me.
I’m not like you, so what?
I can’t be you, I can’t even be me sometimes.
What is this life if you can’t see me?
You don’t see me you just think you do.
-KD