Labeling You

They're staring at you,
Labeling you as you walk.
Before they've met you,
Or even heard you talk.

They're judging you now,
Playing their little game.
"I wonder what she's been through,
Whether it's justifiable pain."

They're talking about you,
Constantly putting you down.
To make themselves feel better,
To bag your constant frown.

* * * *

They're open-eyed, staring down.
Looking at your sick, twisted body,
You're distinguishable frown.

There are tears in their eyes,
As they drip down their faces,
For one second they question their lies.

[Part 2..coming up:)]