Only God Can Judge Me

A bed of roses and thorns-
I'm waiting.
A heart heavy and pulling-
I'm sinking.
Reflections and images I see-
I see myself.
Broken glass; a shattered me-
The mess for someone else.

Although people believe they know me, They don't, For I barely know who I am.
And those who don't know me, Judge me.
So as I sit, pricked by insults, painful like a bed of rose thorns, I suffer as I find myself.

Roses die because of the judgmental souls who critisize me.
Souls turn black, roses become black- life is cruel I've learnt.

A sea of thorns and petals-
I'm sitting patiently.
People suffocate my thoughts-
I'm dying hesitantly.
A hole in my heart-
I'm dead unwillingly.
Only God can Judge me Now!