Dec 2012
Who am I to judge
How you decide to cope
With what breaks down
All that provides you hope?
Who am I to speculate
What you have to do
To get up every morning
And make it through?
Who am I to guess
Why you mask your pain?
We all hurt,
We all have shame.
Who am I
To sit back and observe,
When I should step up
And show you the kindness you deserve.
Who I am differs
From who I was.
Now I understand that
All you need is love.
Forgive who I was,
Embrace who I am.
I want to be there for you
In any way I can.
How you decide to cope
With what breaks down
All that provides you hope?
Who am I to speculate
What you have to do
To get up every morning
And make it through?
Who am I to guess
Why you mask your pain?
We all hurt,
We all have shame.
Who am I
To sit back and observe,
When I should step up
And show you the kindness you deserve.
Who I am differs
From who I was.
Now I understand that
All you need is love.
Forgive who I was,
Embrace who I am.
I want to be there for you
In any way I can.
I wrote this a few months ago about a girl I used to judge so much for putting on this facade. I knew she wasn't as happy as she seemed, as relaxed as she conveyed herself. Ironically I got wind of some of her struggles, and it just occurred to me that I am in no place to judge her for how she copes. We all hurt, we all cope differently. I'm glad to say she's a good friend of mine now, and this poem is for her.
