(Mis)Judged.

In shadows cast by eyes of scorn,

I bear the weight of judgments born.

Each look, each word, a piercing knife,

As I navigate this harsh, relentless life.

They measure me with their callous gaze,

Reducing me to a heart ablaze.

Misunderstood, their verdicts so cold,

In this harsh world, my story's untold...

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