Perceptions

How can you be so closed minded? You are so confident that every one of your thoughts and beliefs is infallibly correct. That self-assurance is something I have both envied and loathed. How dare you judge so quickly and so harshly? How dare you judge at all? I cannot bring myself to see the world through your eyes. I'm afraid of what I might see when I look around. I'm afraid of what I might see in me. For surely I have not gone unnoticed. Surely you have also drawn conclusions about me as well. For years I have heard so many opinions escape your lips. I shudder to think at what stays locked inside your head. I shudder at how we were compared, likened to each other. This trait of yours, it is not something I wish to be acknowledged for. In the past there may have been truth in that, but I have worked to move past that. However, I feel as if you have no desire to do the same. Your 'ability' to judge gives you power. Perceived power that you do not want to relinquish. In your world perceptions are truth. As I watch you pass judgement on the nameless and strangers, I wonder again, how do you perceive me?