Vicious

Skin itches 
with the looks of that
scathing gaze.


Her mouth curled
in to a tight lipped
smug smile
but of course,
moves when she whispers. 


Always aware 
of her sitting there
with the scathing glare
and that god damn
perfect hair. 

THe Harshest of Judges

You think everybody is looking
judging your every move
but few
if any
are actually watching you. 


Nobody cares really
about that mistake
well, 
they might do
just nowhere near
as much you. 


The mirror is the enemy
for it highlights every flaw
makes your eyes
downcast
and you memorize the floor.


We don't realize 
we're selfish
since we are too busy 
focusing
on ourselves. 

Tears. Peers.

, 

Feeling
judged
for crying.


Crying
for feeling
judged.


The vicious
cycle
of adolescence.

Hiding Mistakes

Shadows show no flaws
only darkness
the shapes
shadings
a silhouette
rather than a full
image. 


Youth allows mistakes 
we can be reckless
drink too much
laugh too loudly
dance to beats
and totter in streets 
having blistering feet
ringing ears
and it all goes under
the umbrella of
I've been there before.


It's almost expected
of us to do such things. 
So don't bring out
in the day
to point out our flaws
let us hide in the shadows
because once,
you were here too. 

Judgement

From one stranger to another
it flashes in a gaze
just for a second
then forgotten in the next.


 Looked at once 
after walking in to a room
but not really seen. 


It can be
Brutal
Indifferent 
Perhaps a curl
of the lips
in a snarl
or a smile.
Or
just no reaction at all.


Perhaps
it's all in my head.