Judged

Hello Again Today, 
My second poem of today. I am trying hard to play catch up. :)

We all make judgements on others. It is human nature. However, what we choose to do with those judgements is vital. Some of us make extreme judgements and that is unhealthy. Being a person of extremes I get judged often… then as we all do, they get to know the real me and have to recant those initial thoughts. 
The following is a poem a wrote some time ago. I was judged very harshly by someone, who turned out to be a stalker. It was very hard to understand their reasoning, but it was unhealthy and there was continuous comparison from themselves to me.  This poem was born from that and I now share it with you. 

Judged

Am I different to you? 

So intent on being me. 

I notice you spying, 

Observing what you see. 

Your judgement is futile, 

I still belong to myself. 

Your criticism gives me life, 

While you sit upon your shelf. 

Your thoughts manifest,

What you think in your mind.

Not the person that I am,

Nor the person that you’d find.

Am I your waking thought, 

The vision in your dreams?  

Is it my image in your head, 

My name that you scream? 

So what makes me different?

Such an opposite to you!

Because I am happy ?

This person that you view. 

I'm comfortable on the outside.

I’ve a perfect fitting skin.

Don’t you like who I am? 

Cause I’m contented from within.

By Helen Stallard

June 24, 2014.