Condemned and Judged

Condemned And Judged Why is it so hard to say what I am feeling? Others decides what I can say What I can do Who I am My life is not up to me I am condemned for my thoughts Judged for my ideas Ideas that have to remain unspoken Not allowed to express myself I stagnate Thoughts and words rot in their own Hell Dark and black The stench of dying thoughts fills the air with a grey-green mist Even in poetry I am scrutinized Judged by others who do not know me The poetry is too dark That poem is too light hearted Nothing is right Nothing is wrong I wonder who they are. What gives them the right to voice their opinion? I don’t know I may never know I hate them and what they have done But there is nothing I can do Nothing I can say to free me from them So I will wait I will fester and I will stagnate Rotting in a world of drab grey Until I can be free and express myself And in that moment I will be happy