Don't judge me
Don't feel sad
Don't try to change me
I am just fine
Wearing my old grey pijamas
Letting the world go by in its rush
While I sit back and relax with a good book
Indulge in the guilty pleasures of a shallow TV show
While you run around around around
Always running in search of something
I have found in the stillness of pain
The joy of sitting still and watching
The comfort of grey has nothing to prove to others
The book is a lady's best friend on lonely nights
And the pain, don't ask about the pain
I can cope.
Don't judge me. But perhaps, do drop by...
Bring me a book or an old DVD
Share a piece of pie and a Starbucks Latte
Don't judge me. Perhaps we could just chat for a change.
Or play Scrabble?
Shut down your computer and come.
My door is open, my house is clean and ready for guests.
Just don't judge.


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Comments
As I was writing this I knew that I was ignoring some fire inside her. She has lots more than just grey in her mind and yet I see her missing some opportunities that no one can give her but herself. I see you writing poems and enjoying Open Salon and I think you might have quite a bit of color in you. I am loud and garish sometimes and hope I haven't offended you too much. At least we got that great poem out of this exchange.