Judgment is all you get, it never fails and it never quits.  It doesn’t even matter what you go through on a daily basis as long as you know who their face is.  Time after time we cry ourselves to sleep praying one day we might wake up and this will all be a dream.  I haven’t a clue what this world is coming to, but you can’t just give up on your virtues.  Different people and different stories portrayed and all you do is make them feel ashamed.  That junky on the street that lay at your feet begging for some change, all you seen was a little daily fix for some worthless piece of s***.  If only you knew that she was once like you and you say how, but devastation took over and now she’s just another cougar on the prowl.  Realize something; the words that you have spoken are taken to heart like a token.  Maybe one day you will feel shame and come forward to proclaim that underneath were all the same.