Judging Me

Listen to me.

The end of the world?

I think not.

What I see?

A world of hypocrites

Who can't wait to tear apart the weaker.

She cries herself to sleep at night

Because of the harsh words

Her classmates shout down the halls.

He starves himself every night

Because of the hateful voices

He hears wherever he goes.

That girl over there -

Do you think she's pretty?

She doesn't.

That boy you just insulted.

Do you really know him?

Do you really think you're behind any fences?

What if those people you pick on everyday

Suddenly disappeared?

Murdered by their own hands?

What if I was that person

Who starved themselves every night?

Would you think I was pretty then?

What if I was that person

Who cried herself to sleep every night?

Would you feel bad for everything you've said?

What if I didn't think I was pretty?

Would you tell me otherwise?

Or agree with me?

What if I took everything you said to heart?

Would you keep saying those hateful things?

Or would you understand how I felt and stopped?

Well, what would you do

If I told you,

That I did all that?

I am that girl who starves herself.

Just so I can feel prettier.

Skinny is what I'm aiming for.

I am that person who cries themselves to sleep every night.

Do you care what your words do to others?

Not even a little bit?

I am that girl who doesn't believe how beautiful she really is.

Because no one has ever told me I was.

Because I have no confidence in myself or what I do.

I do take everything you say to heart.

Because if you think it

Then so does everyone else.

Do you feel better now,

Knowing that you have caused someone

So much pain?

Or are you going to forget about everything,

And do the same exact thing

All over again tomorrow?

Can you ever forgive yourself

For being the reason

I'm not living today,

To tell you this in person?