Judgment is something that has plagued my mind for as long as I could remember. I always lived in fear of their unspoken thoughts, their dodgy stares, and light snickers that they desperately try to keep to themselves. It's what keeps me from speaking freely and sharing my thoughts in a way that people will value my opinions. They don't have to say anything at all, just their stares keep me from saying anything at all.

What runs through their minds when they look at me? Do they see a girl afraid of the world or a girl who has it all put together? They see a girl who is too loud, too obnoxious for her own good. She speaks out of turn and hardly smiles, looking stuck-up and unapproachable. No one hardly speaks to her, she's never been in love and she hates talking about her failed attempts at finding that special connection that seemingly only exists in songs and movies. She's given up on trying to impress people, she doesn't care if she comes off as lazy, she stopped caring a while ago.

At least that's what she thinks, it's what she wants you to think, that she stopped caring. Deep down though, she never stopped caring, she'll probably never stop caring. She tries though, to come off stone cold, like a statue trying to make it's way through life. She doesn't want to be judged as something bad, she wants to be associated with beautiful things like fresh flowers or the feeling of love because after all, the only difference between a weed and a flower is the judgment associated along with it.

C.V.