Judge.

I know, this isn't your problem. I also know that the world doesn't need to know about these problems of mine, But I'm tired of keeping it all bottled up inside.

Before you judge me, do you know what hell I'm living in? 

What things I go through everyday?

It's like a miracle that I haven't broken down in front of everybody and cried or gone wild.

however, I do admit, there are times that I went to school, crying, but before I step my foot inside the classroom I wipe it off and pretend everything's okay.

Do you know how long I've pretended?

Do you know how lonely I feel even if I smile everyday and had people around me?

I honestly can't wait to get out of this hell-hole, because no matter how difficult the situation I'm in, I'll always be judged. WE'LL always be Judged. It doesn't matter if you're at the point of breaking because there are still some people out there who Judge other people because of clothes, boyfriends and all those silly little things.

But what if I tell you that the person you are judging is going through Hell, would you care about it? what if his/her father is dying? his/her sister is dying? his/her mother is dying? would you care? at all?

I bet not.

When I'm finally able to let it all out and start to feel a little tinge of happiness in my soul, you still judged me. You said I was weak and you didn't care about the problems I went through because you have your own.

Well, I'll make sure to do the same to you when you're already at your breaking point.