Before you judge 

Give un understatement 

Due to your miss understandings 

Take a hard look in my eyes 

Filled with anger and resentment 

Clearly, we dont have the same past 

 

You start your mornings with laughter and joy 

I force a smile covering the scars with rainbows and flowers 

The tears with creems and water 

But lately, even that is impossible 

Dried of tears, not a drop am i able 

 

You start your afternoons and nights

with happy mills and mic floury 

i fill my stomach with loud commands 

i am forced to listen  

every word i hold back fills a space in empty place 

once occupied  by food  you desire  

 

so before you judge 

take a hard look in my eyes 

and let that be your task 

where you will see 

clearly, we dont have the same past