When the real you
Is not good enough
When you weighed by a stranger’s scale
And you are labeled inadequate
Do you try and become
Who they think you are
Or do you walk around under the blanket
Of not being good enough forever
Even when you know you are passable
Do you pretend it doesn't hurt?
That being judged by strangers
Is just one of lives’ curves?
When they trot on who you are
As if you are irrelevant
Do you tremble in confusion?
Or turn a blind eye?
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2015