My Poems!

Who are you to judge me?
What on this earth makes you superior?

You hide behind your god and your ethics.
You pretend that you are god
And you created your god in your own image.

Well, guess what.
You aren't perfect,
And your god isn't either.

If you're not perfect
Then how can you judge perfection?
How can you judge me?

No! If your god exists
Let him judge me.
Let him judge us all.

If your god exists
He shall choose who's wrong and who's right.
He'll decide my fate.
Not you.

No! You are no one to judge me.
You are no one to torture me.
You are not my god.
You are not a god.
You cannot judge me!

I'm not perfect,
But neither are you.

I have my faults
And you do too.

Don't judge or hate me.
I've only been human.

We are all human
And we all have our flaws.

If you cannot love me, or like me, or tolerate me,
Then don't be around me.
Don't be my friend.

I have forgiven.
I have disregarded your flaws.
I have still loved you
As if you were my friend.

But if you can't love me,
If you can't accept me,
If you can't like me,
You are not my friend.

Am I beautiful?
Sometimes I wonder.

'Do others think I'm pretty?'
I constantly ask.

That's what we all ask.
We wonder, 'Will someone find us beautiful
Despite all our flaws?'

But Beauty is not held within our selves.
Beauty is in the eyes of others.
To say we are beautiful
Means nothing, unless
We see our beauty
Through others' eyes.

Am I the most precious gem
In his eye?
Am I his only one
For all eternity?

Is he my only one?
How can I tell?
Is he the most wonderful man?
Do I see him as beautiful.

Can I be his perfection?
Can anyone be perfection
If only in another's eyes?

We should all be beautiful
When we find our true love.
We can all be beautiful
Within the love's of our lives.