poem from my book

My judgment
The ones passing judgment on me should stop to ponder on the judgments that
have been placed on their own names.
For this path I did not choose once again, I was pushed down it and ridiculed for
it ever since I regained the strength to stand.
It makes no sense how one so full of guilt can make those whom are innocent feel
such remorse in their lies.
I feel the world would rather see me fail, and become like the rest; in this
wasteland of clones
But for my own pride I stand alone, ready to be persecuted by those who do not
understand hurt and suffering like I do
They know nothing of wrong doings, only what their own selfi sh heads have
conceived in the ways of this world.
For one looking for intelligence is looking for nothing but a person with a good
memory of knowledge.
For they may never understand the words they speak, but yet they speak them in
vain because they are indulging in complete ignorance.
But I must not pass this judgment so harshly, because their ignorance would
become my knowledge.
And until I can clean my intelligence, I must wait, yet another day to ponder mine
own judgments.