Don't Judge Me
Don't judge me with that demonic heart,
that ocular view that makes worlds part.
Don't bestow upon me that evil look,
a stare, a glare, like blood on a hook.
Dont burn me with that fire from hell,
your words, they scorch me much to well.
Don't pretend you know me, you twisted bitch,
you horrible, wretched, and wicked witch.
You cut me with those knives you make,
though fiction they are, and much too fake.
You small she-devil, you ode to death,
I have someone to nurse me to health.
I worry, not about your words oh no!
but the pain your soul is in burning below.
So don't judge me due to your anger and aggression,
but by the warmth in my heart, a valuable lesson.
that ocular view that makes worlds part.
Don't bestow upon me that evil look,
a stare, a glare, like blood on a hook.
Dont burn me with that fire from hell,
your words, they scorch me much to well.
Don't pretend you know me, you twisted bitch,
you horrible, wretched, and wicked witch.
You cut me with those knives you make,
though fiction they are, and much too fake.
You small she-devil, you ode to death,
I have someone to nurse me to health.
I worry, not about your words oh no!
but the pain your soul is in burning below.
So don't judge me due to your anger and aggression,
but by the warmth in my heart, a valuable lesson.
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