As you stand in the distance
Your sight is offended
You declare I am rude
You simply do not approve
You know a better way to be
But I've only embarrassed myself
Standing seperate from the crowd
Being awkward or wierd or cringy
Whether close or seperate from you
Those things are mine to be
Why does it matter so much
Others perceptions as they see
How am I hurting the world
What am I inficting on you
What does your derrise do for me
Maybe I should have an opinion of you
Judging other is a terrible accessory
You should wear more compassion
If you want to truly be in style
Focus on you, instead of criticizing me.