Do nothing better
Than judge each other to death.
How dare you judge me still?
My inner executioners
Paraded my head around the crowds
Before you even knew how betrayed you felt.
You judged me
According to a detail
And turned a blind eye to the big picture
Because it fitted the frame you put me in.
Let me be my own judge.
I’m in competent hands.
It’s extraordinary that people with
The most judgemental tongues
Are also the ones who have no idea who they are
And what they themselves have done.
And as you reveal your judgements to me
You reveal the way you speak to yourself
When nobody’s listening.
At some point, in order to survive and then live,
Self-judgement needs to metamorphose into self-forgiveness.