I know I'm not that old <br />I know I'm still so young <br />That doesn't mean I'm not mature <br />Or that I'm so high-strung <br /> <br />I don't think it's very fair <br />To find me infantile <br />When you yourself misbehave <br />For more than just a while <br /> <br />I don't quite understand some things <br />But that doesn't make me ignorant <br />I know I don't know what you might <br />But that just makes us more different <br /> <br />I know I'm not like you at all <br />Not even just a little bit <br />That doesn't make me worse than you <br />Nor does it make me unfit <br /> <br />I hate the way you judge me so <br />When you don't know my name <br />You don't even know my story <br />Nor my family or my pain <br /> <br />I hate the way you think you know <br />More than I could ever learn <br />Just because you might be older <br />Doesn't mean it's me you should burn <br /> <br />I hate how you're so self-satisfied, <br />Laughing at my misery <br />How you could ever feel happy <br />That will always be a mystery <br /> <br />Because I might feel bad about myself, <br />If only for a moment, <br />But what will you do with yourself <br />After I've survived this torment?<br /><br />Annia Rosa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-judged/
