Annia Rosa - Being Judged

I know I'm not that old
I know I'm still so young
That doesn't mean I'm not mature
Or that I'm so high-strung

I don't think it's very fair
To find me infantile
When you yourself misbehave
For more than just a while

I don't quite understand some things
But that doesn't make me ignorant
I know I don't know what you might
But that just makes us more different

I know I'm not like you at all
Not even just a little bit
That doesn't make me worse than you
Nor does it make me unfit

I hate the way you judge me so
When you don't know my name
You don't even know my story
Nor my family or my pain

I hate the way you think you know
More than I could ever learn
Just because you might be older
Doesn't mean it's me you should burn

I hate how you're so self-satisfied,
Laughing at my misery
How you could ever feel happy
That will always be a mystery

Because I might feel bad about myself,
If only for a moment,
But what will you do with yourself
After I've survived this torment?

Annia Rosa

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