Judge me when you are perfect

Like a flash of passion

Like a flash of passion burning strong,

I demanded

I demanded to be written

Full of incomplete thoughts

Full of incomplete thoughts and a tangled mess,

Full of incomplete thoughts and a tangled mess, but I bullied her into submission.

I desired to be born,

I desired to be born, to be read,

To be heard outside

To be heard outside my writers head.

I told her how to write me and she complied

The page is blank no more, I'm alive.

Yet although written, I am not set in stone

Your interpretation of me, is yours and yours alone

My meaning will change, my concept will grow

I will become more, than I can possibly know

I am not contained in these sentences

I am not contained in these sentences or these words

I am your thoughts,

I am your thoughts, your feeling,

I am your thoughts, your feeling, your emotions unheard

I am your understanding,

I am your understanding, your judgments

I am your understanding, your judgments your patience and your fears

I am your joy and human laughter

but also your pain and your tears

I am everything you want me to be, both positive and negative

Are you really sure your understanding of me is actually so definitive

You, my writer and I, have so very much in common

They focus on what's bad in us, while all the good is forgotten.

They question all the good they hear, yet believe all the bad

They're committed to misunderstanding us, which makes me feel so sad

So now you have my background, I can finally make my point Nothing grand, nothing fancy, but I hope I don't disappoint.

Judging me does not define what I am,

Judging me does not define what I am, It defines who you are.

So before you start to judge me Be sure

So before you start to judge me Be sure