Everyone in this world judges me, that’s what the society is for. The best part is no one even knows me properly- my likes, dislikes, love, hate, pain, happiness- nothing, simply nothing do they know, yet continue to write their fantasy about me. They say I have equal rights in this fantasy world, but do I ? I am continuously told what to do, how to be, where to go. Even if I rise against this tide, I’m not worth it – at least for them. People think I need some support to walk on this rope called life , but I know that I have my own willpower , which you ignore to see, and guide me along this ugly ramp walk. I look at myself in the mirror and realize if I, myself have to look at me through this glass between me and myself reflection , I wonder how many glasses the society has put between me and them , to see what they chose to see. Always remember , that when I look down it is not because of fear, insecurities, or cowardliness, it is because I don’t want to look at you through these thousand glasses between us and fall inside the pit of “judging people” like you did and become someone I don’t want to be.
I AM A GIRL.
From the not so-