My head is heavy weighed down by doubt, Their cynical voices, whispered shouts. Words so small, cut so deep. I thought my heart was mine to keep.
Who are you to Judge without a Jury? You spare me no grace, just Flames and Fury. You don't know who I am; what I've been through. You don't listen as you scythe skin and tissue.
Where is compassion, where is mercy? Why are humans so quick to make a verdict? We all breathe the same air and have hearts to beat, Our lives are stopwatches that will soon cease to tick.
Why not show Love and Understanding? Life is already harsh and demanding. Don't you have something better to do than sit and scrutinize? Is that really the way you want to spend your life?
Your voice matters. It can Heal. It can Destroy. But your voice isn't mine to use. It's yours, your choice, it's up to you.
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