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Why do they judge?

Why do they judge me?
When they do not know me,
When they do not understand me.
I'm not mad neither I'm sad.
It's just me who loves to be alone.
I talk less, just to listen more.
Yes, I smile, I laugh too.
But I stay away from those fake smiles.
Am I weird? I don't think so.
Don't judge me, I'm just me, being myself.
Only God can judge me but even
he doesn't know me like I do.


It happens with me, when I'm surrounded with new people, they judge me by my less talking or less interaction. They think I'm angry or I'm never happy. But it's not true. I'm happy in my own way. And everyone should be.

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  1. Launna 29 March 2017 at 10:54

    I think one of the worse things we do is judge each other... I wish we would just reach out and be accepting... I know it's difficult but it's much more rewarding xox

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