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Gone.
You look at me with judgmental glances
At these tearless eyes
That cry no more
This bleak well has been dried up
Used to the point of damage
Pushed and driven until there was nothing left
Only a dead end, with not even a glimmer of hope
And just you, with your judgmental glances
And these tearless eyes, that cry no more
You don’t ask or show interest
In what it is now
That has plagued my distressed heart
Just criticize and judge
As if it is your place to do so
Again and again
I am forced to endure you
And your judgmental glances
There is nothing I can do
There is nothing I can say
To change your view
Why am I the victim?
I have done nothing wrong
Maybe you are the one that is in the wrong
My supposed apathy
Has you on edge
You are disappointed
I understand
But I do not understand
Who are you to judge?
It is not your place
Who am I to care
About your judgmental glances
About your whispered gossips
About your spurious life
Who am I to care, indeed
I am myself and I am
No one
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