I hide nothing

I don’t

Know

Which is

More sick

Judging

A stranger

Or judging

Your family ?

Sounds to me

Like your

Family

Are the

Strangers

To be.

They both

Show signs

You don’t

Process your

Emotions well.

They both

Show what

You hate

About

Yourself.

Which is

More

Overwhelming

Making

Amends

Or facing

The fact

It was just

You who

Did that

To yourself?

I can

Still

Sit here

Like all

Of you

Reading

With judgement

Wondering

What this

Life is like

Getting a glimpse

Or a peak of

What you think

I hide

In my mind

I hide nothing

But you can’t see

You are too busy

Projecting

Your own judgement

On me

Did you just say

“We are family?”

Maybe by a label

A marital thing

But that’s all

You have to prove

To show I

Need to be in

Your life at all?

What a shame

You have such

Pretty eyes

Yet you

Sit with

Such retreat

I see the things

You think of me

I hesitate to

Hug you knowing

Just how

Low the percentage

Is genuine

You try

I see it

Then I say

Something

That doesn’t match

“Your God”

I say something

That doesn’t

Match your parents

Advice

I say something

That seems like

Hocus Pocus

To you.

I see your eyes

Glaze over

Back to your

Crystallized

Judgement-ed

lies

If we don’t

Act as holy as you

We must be rotten

Fruit.

Does my tattoo

Bother you ?

My freedom

Of expression?

Am I not the

Right wife

In your eyes

For him?

Bite your tongue

Little one

I am not done

This has to be

Said or I

Will shun

You read my heart and

Think my marriage

Is falling apart?

You bitch

Look at yourself

Quit shoving

Your lies down

My throat

My husband is

Perfect

While your

Fluffy envy

Drinks a beer

And sighs

Enjoy your life

Of judgment

Enjoy your

sick world

Of pushing

“family”

Away

You are so blind

If you think

This is where I have

To confine

Myself to your

Raping thoughts

Of my sunshine

Oh no honey

This is all mine

Wipe your eyes

I am a mirror

Showing you

To look

More clear

I write for

Everyone