Judgmental Stares

Communication, dying, falling, fading into dust
Wishing I could tell them of the pain from their disgust
The hateful glares, judgmental stares, because they are all yet to learn
Ignoring the fact that making them hear is something I must earn
They disapprove of my disabilities, the things I cannot control
They treat me like I'm a monster, allowing the shadows to swallow me whole
If only they would realize that I'm not to blame nor hate…
Simply, I'm a victim, unable to communicate…