(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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