Give me some time to think-
Some room to breathe.
I can't focus under your stifling judgments.
And who are you to judge?
I've never seen you around here
When things get tough
Or when I'm lower than low.
You just hang on the highs;
My upward moving moments.
So you don't get to dissect the parts of me you see-
Not until you've seen all of me-
Then you can inquire about what those parts truly mean.
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