Poems about the most random things.

The Judgement.

Everyday I look in the mirror, the reflection I see it never shifts.

It shows my true colours, its right there in front of me.

Why can't you see it? It just me, not to hard to see.

When you critisize man, these moods will never lift.

I guess you lie thorough your teeth to see how upset I get.

It's not fun to be made fun of, teased at most, how would you like it?

See these ideas we get in our head, that we see people on the outside, lets

open up our eyes here, to the full extent, maybe we might see deeper.

Hopefully cause I'm not sure I want to be here.

I always tell people apart f rom their looks, but I don't judge them unless they ugly on the inside.

Littl girl and boys, every night they shed tears. They run out, pouring from thier eyes. 

'Why can't you love me for me?' They say, 'Why do my looks matter to you?' 

It's the question we all ask, but I guess we know the truth.

Truth be told, the human race is out cold.

Not as warm as it was when who you are was what you were.

If only we could go back to the days when we were loved for our soul.