You look at me
over there;
you judge my life
without a care.

You see the bad
inside of me,
instead of good
that I could be.

You stunt my growth
with every hit,
for love with hate
just don’t fit.

You beat me down
with just one word,
when names from parents
should not be heard.

Support you get
from mom and dad;
you turn to them
when life is bad.

But who is there
when they turn their cheek?
or lends an ear
when you feel weak?

You look at me
with judging eyes,
but your rare evil
you can’t disguise.