Blind.

They see my face,but not my heart .

They see my Smile,but not my cry.

They judge my life,but not my story.

They don’t know me,not even a half.

They scream at me,but not my actions.

They Tell me how bad I am,but not how good I can be,

They see the moon ,before the sun.

They see a lot ,but not can blind they can be.

They judge my mind,but not my feelings.

They think my life,means their own lifes.

They judge a lot,but they don’t know.

In just a minute ,their life,could be ,my life.

Mira.