The Scrambled Philosophies That I Call Thoughts

Because it's so hard to keep my mouth shut in person

Why must you be so rude to her?
Why do you feel the need to stab her in the back?
Why don't you at least try and get to know her?
Why must you only see the bad?
You don't have to judge her
You don't have to be so cruel
You don't have to gossip
But you choose to
And frankly, I think your opinions are trash
I can't say that I wasn't there once
I can't say that at one point, I didn't judge
But that was before I got to know her
That was before I put away bias
And now I wonder, what kind of hatred and insecurity is in you that you feel the need to judge this girl?
Because, honestly, your negativity is of no true value
Can't you see that, right now, you are being a perfect example of everything you condone?
Can't you see that, right now, you are no better than what you deem her?