#judgmental
They measure me
in whispers and glances,
in standards I never chose.
Too loud.
Too quiet.
Too much.
Not enough.
You call it “opinion,”
I call it judgment—
dressed up in politeness
so it sounds acceptable.
You scan me like a checklist,
decide my worth in seconds,
then wonder why
no one feels enough.
But tell me—
who gave you the scale?
You build your confidence
on someone else’s cracks,
call it “standards,”
call it “facts.”
And here’s the funny part—
for someone so busy judging,
you’re painfully desperate
to be accepted too.
Perfect,right?
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 1:35 PM UTC
They say that the truth is a hard thing to take,
but maybe it’s time that we see
that we as a people are nothing but fake,
ensuring that’s how it will be.
We stand up demanding there’s tolerance,
doing so with our fists in the air.
It’s truly the oddest dance ever been danced,
hypocrisy beyond compare.
We claim we want peace, but we seek the next fight
as we keep our guns close to the door.
Convincing ourselves that we stand for what’s right
when the truth is we’re actually just bored.
We say that we want to be free men,
while we ride our past into the ground.
We claim that we run from our demons,
but we really just keep them around.
And we live our lives waiting for the next offense,
needing others to kindle the flame.
We’re a common collective without common sense
like the scarecrow not having a brain.
So, let’s go on pretending we live for the truth
but the truth is we’re living a lie,
for each soul who actually lives for the truth…
we find a way to crucify.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Fleeting be the depth you preach.
Commanding the quarrel you've coated in softness.
Disillusioned by your mind as you cower to the
images you’ve sought to parent.
Hypocritical?
Hypocritical.
You’re fearful and pitiful.
Oct 6, 2021
Oct 6, 2021 at 2:43 PM UTC
We are asked to be nonjudgmental,
for the failures of others especially the aged. Even when they have wasted their whole life with foolish acts. How are we to blame when they have failed to understand the game. Angered at our positive criticism public turn against us.
This attitude of the crowd spoils the chance of at least one fallen mend his ways. The ladder to survival is steep and long making it difficult to hang on. We trick our mind into believing in fate convincing ourselves with words such as that's his fate non can change.
Jul 12, 2020
Jul 12, 2020 at 3:52 AM UTC
I trusted everyone I know
I was so kind towards everyone
But they took it for granted
But when I turn to the dark side
Everyone asked why
But they only judge me without knowing
the reason
That’s why I’m always the bad guy.
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 9:19 AM UTC
Friends say we do not work
The same from family
Many different people think
With you I should not be
Jan 21, 2020
Jan 21, 2020 at 12:33 AM UTC
Objection, your Honor!
On behalf of the accused,
I demand that this excessively
harsh sentence be reduced!
Beside that, Your Honor
Can judgement be dispensed
Behind the subject’s back
and without hearing his defense?
Moreover, Your Honor
Is this what you call fair?
To destroy, with zero evidence
a man and his career?
But answer me, Your Honor
—Though I highly doubt you can—
Who gave you the authority
to judge your fellow man?
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 6:27 PM UTC
Music is music
One can not help their feet
as they move accordingly
One genre is not meant
for a single person alone
Music does not judge
it encourages many
no matter of their race or gender
define yourself in those lyrics
and don't let pop culture get in the way
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 11:25 PM UTC
Music fades away when you arrive
Spreading the doom with every stride
The stare of hatred locked in your eyes
Sinister cravings behind sacred lies
You want me to beg
You want me to look
You want me to bend
And follow your rules
Judging from throne made out of gold
Taken from people that you control
Deep in your cave, the smell of decay
Surrounded by slaves, you ***** on their brain
You want me to pray
You want me to lay
Down on the floor
While you’re taking my pay
Kingdom of blind, darkness inside
The bread and the wine, poisonous bite
Be sure that someday the people will rise
You will back down when they finally realize
You want them to beg
You want them to cry
You feed on their weakness
That’s how you survive
The blindfold developed some holes by the time
Now we can see what’s on the other side
You made yourself bed with flameable lies
With spark it will turn into ocean of fire
You want me to beg
You want me to pray
You want me to dive
And make me obey
You are destroying the lives with your madness
Leaving them cold, fearful and helpless
You spit out your words, shooting out aimless
I stand up to you now, ready and shameless.
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 5:18 PM UTC
Have you ever wondered why the world is so rough?
These plains break and mold from those like you.
Trampling in no order-
only you, decide what remains,
while the rest of that mind,
listens to the lies of the world.
How high your head must be,
what little oxygen you must get,
for your ignorance is as fluffy as a cloud.
You see what you wish in the sinful…
oh, how the crime is you.
Sincerely yours,
The Suppressed Dirt
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
a swinging gavel is coming down,
smashing the glass mirror,
that once showcased,
my stupidity.
it is blatantly clear now.
the mirror is no longer a necessity,
or an aiding constant,
that I never utilized,
to my benefit.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
The life of a Youtuber
new and just trying
hardly any subscribers
and barely surviving
She pulls out her camera
and then everyone stares
she's vlogging publically
and suddenly everyone cares
had she have no camera
she'd be just a normal girl
no one would even look her way
and judge her like an ungodly pearl
yet she still talks to the screen
for they are her only friends
the 19 subscribers
she talks to without end
she smiles as she watches
her view count go up to 40
and dreams of the day
it'll turn into 60
She posts and posts
but what no one really sees
is the girl behind the camera
in real life, she'd freeze
she's now in the store
and talking to her screen
people look at her like she's crazy
and she wishes she couldn't be seen
But someday she'll earn
ten millions of subscribers
and those very same people
will love her with each one of their fibers
So she just keeps on going
hoping and wishing
that someday she'll make it
so she just keeps on keeping.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
in misery
she lived her life
they judged her as a freak
for she'd no voice to call her own
no voice to sing or speak
but they were wrong to judge her so
to not even give the chance
for even though she was a mute
oh, boy, could that girl
dance
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 11:07 AM UTC
They say that bodies come in all shapes and sizes.
that all are beautiful and lovable...
Everyone has a different character too...
why don't we try to love and understand them all.
Change in any way,
means denying ones true self.
Just because you're different, doesn't mean you're all bad.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 7:30 AM UTC
Would people have been more kinder
and affectionate,
if only the world didn’t misunderstand
niceness on a daily basis?
How come we live with such a distorted view
that we are afraid of being good to each other?
From the fear of being judged.
From the fear of being ridiculed.
From the fear of being burdened forever.
From the fear of being taken advantage of.
From the fear of being looked down on.
Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 2:10 AM UTC
There are so many things
that you can judge upon;
all I ask from you is to act as
if my soul has long since gone.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 9:23 PM UTC
Evil abound in the dark night air
The watcher is waiting
As you feel its blood thirsty stare
Sweat starts to form
On your brow and your cheek
As fear grabs your voice
So you cannot even speak
Icy fingers of terror
Run down your neck to your back
As you nervously anticipate
The demons vicious attack
Palm to your chest
You feel your heart race
As the blood starts to slowly
Drain from your face
White as if paper
Ashen colored with fright
As you imagine the unbearably
Painful first bite
Fear in your heart
And tears in your eyes
As you try to be brave
And await its surprise
It steps from the shadows
And into full view
The hideous evil
That was waiting for you
With the light you now see
A form and its shape
Wondering what’s in store
And wanting death over ****
But to your relief
Through tearful eyes you now see
It’s not evil or hateful
As you believed it to be
It stands in the light
Unthreatening and at ease
Not wanting to harm
But only to please
The wings on its back
Are now spread wide and of white
That shines with a pleasing
Soft gleaming light
Its features so beautiful
And wondrous to see
Your fear and the terror
Are suddenly set free
For this is not a creature
Of death, evil or hate
But a loving blessed angel
From heavens front gate
In that moment it was clear
All your life you did waste
For fearing the unknown
And judging in haste
Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
I remember the interrogation room,
I can still hear the voices boom,
Each question that was in burned inside my head,
Has informed and destroyed me.
I can still feel,
The clock of time, ticking by,
It's keeps reminding me,
This argument keeps going on and on,
And we both know we are done.
I don't have a voice lawyer,
That can talk back and defend me.
So I have to sit and take it.
The room is growing smaller,
Which is quite concerning because it was quite tiny already.
My interrogators want me to talk,
But they only want to hear what they want to hear.
So I stay silent, because I can't give them what they want.
They keep shining this spotlight on me,
And I feel so small, maybe there winning,
Because I just keep agreeing.
When I leave this interrogation room,
I know I’ll change myself all of again,
Because I aim to please,
And I never wish to go through that ever again.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
craters won’t move
but some things
have to stay where they are made.
humans are not
one of those things.
the folks who move all smile,
the people that stay
are unusually angry
they can’t preserve themselves.
but that is a strong accusation
kind of an ******* judgment
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC
my hair is naturally curly.
i straighten it
everyday.
my face is smooth
and clean.
i apply makeup to it
everyday.
my body is thin
yet curvy.
i frown in the mirror
everyday.
why do you define me
by my outward appearance?
why do you think
my face,
my hair,
and my body
are the only things
that matter?
i used to be so content
with myself.
i used to think
i was beautiful.
then society came along
and ruined that.
society came along
and told me
i wasn't good enough,
pretty enough,
skinny enough.
what about my heart?
what about the love that i lost
in an attempt to
fix myself?
what about my thoughts?
do they matter?
can't you judge me
by the content in my soul,
and the content outside of it?
am i enough now?
this empty shell
of the confident person
i used to be?
will i ever be enough?
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC