Judgement

Do you hear that?
The loud silence of your thought?
Each one of you is judging me.
Judging my clothes,
My hair,
My face,
My attitude.
Judging every little word
Every syllable
That dribbles out of my mouth.
But amidst your judgement,
Do you really care what I have to say?
Do my words really matter to you?
Or am I just another student?
Another canvas for you too paint your thoughts?
Some be kind...
Some be cruel...
But I dont want to be your art.
I dont want to be mended,
Pushed this way and that,
Broken again
And again
And again
Then put back together
As your final masterpiece.
And all this from the silent judgements,
Whispered in the halls.
Not even said,
Just kept in your head.
But thats fine.
Because I do have a voice,
And it will be heard.
You can judge me for my words,
But remember
They are only words.
And they will pass,
Fading in the evening's light.
And tomorrow all that will be left will be
Their shadows
Ever growing with the setting sun.
Impervious to your judgement.