Don't Write Me Off

By Lovecrafter •
People will tell
People will tell you
That I have an excuse for
Everything
But I really just
Have very bad luck at first
Impressions
People will say
People will say now
That I am going insane
For spilled milk
But actually
I have been crying over
My dead dreams
I will ask
I will ask again
Where have all the ideas gone?
Is there hope
For my fallen friends
That I have hid in a wish?
Where will I go?
This poem is about judgement and its toll on the individual. Have you ever been a victim of judgement or falsely judged anyone?