Oh, To Be Understood, Not To Be Judged
What is the purpose of trying to tell your story to somebody, when all you get is judgement?
A cynical stare?
Whispers behind your ears?
Oh, i've been there before, honey
"Tell me" is a trap, my darling
Don't ever tell them
They say "eyes cannot lie"
They could. And they will
They just need
A purpose
and belief
You saw their eyes
Both eyes
Look at you with some emphaty or ...
something that looks like it
But dont trust, them, little angel
Its not emphaty
Its curiousity
The body can lie
The heart cant
They can act like they care now
They will act like they never knew later
Thats human
If they never try your shoe, they will judge you