Judging Me

Tried on those perfect shoes of yours today
but they were way to big for me.
I guess since you stroll about so comfortably in them
they must be just the right fit for you.
Never did quite figure out how that perfection
thing works - been trying for a while now but can't seem to grasp it.

Tried to make improvements, but you see for as long as I can remember
my skin has been a bit to dark for someone,
my hair a bit to kinky for someone,
my lips a tad to full for someone,
my words not quite right for someone.

I guess it wouldn't matter and I really wouldn't care
what a stranger thought or had to say,
but a giant hole was torn in my heart
when those words came from you today.

No you haven't walked a mile in my shoes,
but you know my heart.
So for sure I thought you knew what
I was going through.

I was wrong to assume that you would understand
and empathize, comprehend and sympathize
but never once did I think you would hurtfully criticize.

But how could you not, when perfection is all about you
- so sorry it's not in me too.
I guess when I wasn't looking the facade was pulled away.

There are no pretty bows or silky ribbons on this package
- just the cold, hard truth of reality.
What you see is what you get.
So if perfection is what you seek then you need to say next!

Yes, your words cut like a jagged knife,
a wake up call of magnanimous proportions
reminding me that not matter what I say or what I do,
even those I love are going to judge me too.

© 2007