Judgment

If judgments could speak...

I would be deafened by the loudness of thoughts coming out from your silence and stare. The sounds produced would be incomprehensible, though. No, not because they're too loud. It's because you yourself don't understand them. You don't own your ideas. You quickly adopt the most convenient mindset. You have opinions grounded on hearsay, and only hearsay. You hold on to your views like you do to a dying cause: unreasonably. You don't recognize the importance of juxtaposing your notions with facts. You spoil your beliefs like you would a favorite child (Apparently, your favorite child is not so favorable to begin with).

You're not brave enough to clarify things. With me. You never ask. You condition your mind to ring that bitch alert whenever I would pass you by. You enjoy too much thinking that way of me, when you don't even know why - or how - you arrived at all your unfounded descriptions.

I'm not asking you to understand me. God knows how difficult a task like that would be for you. I'm asking you to be aware of your shortcoming, and to please hate me for better reasons. For the meantime,

If your  judgments could speak, you'll produce noise

If your  judgments could speak, I would hear them, but I won't listen. I wonder who would.