You judge me because I don’t look like her. Or perhaps I don’t look like him. You judge my thoughts, my religion, my new-age, my atheist and my agnostic.  I am judged by you for having darker skin, lighter skin, marked, scarred or deformed skin or skin that is simply “different.” For wearing different clothes than you because I just want to be unique; for wearing the same clothes because I just want to feel safe and fit in.

I am judged for being too young and being too old. I am judged for shaving my head or dying my hair blonde. If I weigh any more or any less than what you think I should – I am found guilty. If I can’t think as fast or in the same way, you think less of me. If I think faster and different than you, you think less of yourself and judge me, still.

If I have a problem with substance or sex, I am seen as less than – I am bad. I am judging myself more than you ever could…yet, you still won’t fail to judge. If I was abused as a child and my mentors – who were my abusers – told me that abuse was normal and healthy, you judge me when I do it to others. I cannot know what love is if no one will show it to me.

If I am put in a position of power, you judge me when I fall. If I am not powerful enough, you judge me for being too small. I am judged for being too much or not enough. For being wrong instead of right and right instead of indifferent. I am judged when I pick me over you and when I go above and beyond for you. You cannot make me happy.

In your eyes, I am never allowed to make a mistake; I can never be that which you think I am not and I am forever borne into a web of failures.

You are ego.

I am the Real me. The Real you. The Real us.

Your judging me does not serve the world. Let the last judgment fall for I am finished with you.