Every morning, every afternoon, every night

we are blind.

We are blind to a world that judges and ridicules us.

Every step, every breath, every word, every action

we are weaker.

We are weakened by the constant pressure that comes from the imperfect.

We are victims and we are sinners.

Every glance, every mark, every style

is judged.

We judge them,

they judge us.

Why do people do it?

It is unknown and uncertain.

This repeated cycle just continues.

Every day, every hour, every minute, every second

someone,

somewhere

is powerful

while another is helpless.

Maybe one day this

choking,

bitter,

endless

cycle can come to an end.

Someday.