Strangers Are Strange

Strangers used to judge my character
without knowing the basis of who I was.

They talked and frowned upon me behind my back
while smiling and pretending in my beautiful face.

They were contributors in spreading tall tales
about the things they were told, mostly bad things
that was clearly over exaggerated.

They thought they knew me without ever getting
to know me which was quite sad.

They believed every single drop of lies
that had been smudged into their silly faces.


2 thoughts on “Strangers Are Strange

  1. I think we all can relate to people judging us, the assumptions, the wrong way people perceive us, the hypocritical ways people can treat us. It is a worldly disease that people are judging. What gives me continuous hope and faith in humanity is the loving and compassionate people that are left in this world. We all have to remember that we are not alone. Never judge a book by its cover. You never know what someone is going through.


  2. Been there, experienced that, and will probably go through it again, and again, but I’ll never get used to it. Each time will be like a long thick knife devouring me alive. Hang in there.


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