Judgemental Nature

ByAnonymous

They look at you with hatred and disgust, Even the things that don't matter, Music taste

Color of your shirt

Hair

Favorite pastime, They judge.

Why, why does it matter if someone wears a blue shirt and not gray? Or likes to listen to jazz, not rap

Or rather read a book than look at a screen.

From the moment when they first lay their judging eyes on you, There is a picture forming in their head, A picture of you

A picture that might not be who you are, But it is what they see.

At the end of the day, why does it matter?

Why were those nasty looks thrown at you in the first place?

In a while, will you still remember me?

Or just forget that I exist

So why dwell on those things if they don't matter?

Why throw those piercing glances?

If it won’t matter in 100 years.