You Are Not A Moral Judge

You are not my mother

Nor a saint

Just a sinner

Just a complainer

You are quite frankly, lame.

You can pretend what you are doing is so righteous..I see through your glass eyes

There's nothing there but a damaged childhood, and a weakened spine.

Don't waste my time, my time-you are wasting your own

Your words mean nothing to a rebel.

No sir, no miss, not no moral judge of mine

You live in a glass house on the edge of a cliff

Can you fall as hard as you make others when you bring them to their bloody knees

Who appointed you special? What are your special needs?

Validation from internet stragners, no thank you please

I can at least look in the mirror, and proudly say "today, I am ugly, but tomorrow I am pretty."