Judge

I
walk alone
at night
it's dark
in my heart

I'm drowning
in my
thoughts
in my
loathsome
reflection

Until I feel
it starts
to rain
on the outside
too

And for a moment
I take down
my headphones
and I
listen to
the soothing voice
of the heaven's
crying

And I think
The rain does not judge
my appearance
it does not judge
me
it is wetting the good
and the bad
the thin
and the fat
it simply
is

And I remember
the flowers in my room
they do not judge
the weight I carry
they do not judge
me
they smell for the good
and the bad
for the thin
and the fat
they simply
are

And I put back on
my headphones
and I think
this song does not judge
the way I look
it does not judge
me
it rings for the good
and the bad
for the thin
and the fat
it simply
is

And so I think
maybe I should
too
not judge
what I see
I should not judge
me
no matter if I'm good
or bad
if I'm thin
or fat
I should simply
be


(But I can't)