Judgement

As I try to go to sleep at night, I rest my head and think of everything i fright.  I think of the world I cannot Cure, the judgment, and all the hate, I wish I could change but its way to late.  We all compare ourselves to who we think we should be.  We start to lose who we really are and that is not the key.  We try to change who we are, just to make everyone else happy.  I wish i could make the world accepting, of who I am.  But who are they to Judge, society is just a bunch of fake people anyway I would rather be who I am and love who I am anyway. 

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