  You stand on your soapbox, with your arms open wide, saying "Do not judge me, for I am just as flawed as the rest of you, and I do not judge. " I flocked to your side, like a sheep to her shepard, believing you live by your words, as do I. You tell of your pain & your demons, the trials of your life. I speak of my lifestyle, the choices I've made, and the pain those choices can often bring. I trusted you not to judge, a mistake on my part, how quickly you turned, acting like you are better than me.
You spew your opinions, your judgments, your lies. Your pain is not my pain, your demons....not mine. You project all these feelings onto my life, and proclaim them the truth. How can you see the truth with vanity, arrogance, &amp; self-importance distorting your view? So, what can you possibly see? Only yourself, cause you can't see me. Spare me your judgments masked in your distorted "truths". It's all just bullshit. The truth is now mine, so clearly I see... beauty, truth, & depth can be projected, words can be spoken, yet utter no truth, sometimes we see so much, in those who are transparent. And what may seem to be bursting with tolerance &amp; support, may simply be hollow....an empty shell. 
