Judge Me

People hate on who they can't be but see they disrespected, bruised, and judged me. yet I still go on through a day that's long and everything i do i wrong and i can't figure out where I belong but I go on. I seem to be the outcast because of the things in my past how to let them go I just can't grasp or how the pain goes by slow and the joys go by fast or the happiness goes and the sorrows last. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, So let them hate a little longer. Let them hate on someone they can't be because in the end only God can judge me.