#judgementality

By: theblazingpen

What a tragedy you bring,

What a cruel and hollow thing.

Opportunities drown in your sea,

Lost to doubt you cast on thee.

You judge as if you are divine,

As though your words are our spine.

You never read a single page,

Yet still you speak of it with baseless rage.

You shame without a clue,

Spread rumors that are never true.

Your mercy sleeps in rusted chains,

Your judgment burns like acid rains.

Are you a god of fate?

Or just a mouth for hate?

Have you seen their silent cries,

Or does your pride eclipse their skies?

You sit on gilded stone,

Blind to the tired and alone.

You cast your words in sharpened steel,

Too cold to care, too numb to feel.

Shame on your brittle pride,

A heart you try to hide.

Your ignorance drains all the light,

Your arrogance dulls what is right.

What a tragedy indeed,

To think success gives you the lead,

To crown yourself the judge of men,

While standing small yet loud again.

You are not the god above,

No flawless hand of love.

We all are flawed, we all have bled,

Yet you strike wounds in those you’ve read.

You speak loudly about every slip,

With a deadly venom on your lip.

Assumptions born from empty thought,

Revealing truths you never sought.

You sicken hearts with lies,

Each word a mask that dies.

For every soul you break with blame,

The heavens weep at all your shame.

You judge but fail to see,

Your own hidden hypocrisy.

The faults you point with sharpened pride,

Are shadows you yourself would hide.

Your sins are carved in stone,

Far darker than their own.

Yet still you curse their smallest wrongs,

While hiding yours in twisted songs.

What a bastard you've become,

A prideful, drifting, hollow sum,

A tangled vine of envy’s greed,

A creature shaped by spite and need.

You lie because you're not them,

You judge to mask the rot within.

So shame on you, who cannot see,