You are so quick to judge
when you haven’t got a clue
yet you say you’re not judgmental
and that’s all I see you do.
Never once did you stop to think
what it might be like for another
but from up so high it’s hard to see
that one of us is not so unlike the other.
That troubled child, all covered in ink
is not as troubled as you seem to think
and that woman put so tightly together seems
so perfect, but all the while is fraying at the seams.