I won’t judge you

With a certain amount of incredulity,

I find myself asking why I suffer you treating me abusively,

You criticise all that I say and do

But I try not to take personally, believing that’s not you,

It’s the stress and pressure bringing out the worse in truth,

Friends say that I should open my eyes and see the proof,

That victims of any kind of abuse

Are far to quick to make an excuse,

And blame yourself for the way things are,

Sometimes your days are sunny,

Sometimes they are dark,

I guess that can apply to us all,

We feel euphoric and rise up

But then get depressed then we fall,

So I don’t feel comfortable judging or condemning you at all,

I will stick in there for the future long haul

And not care about what others say, because it’s my call.