Just Another Friday!

I try to read everyone I meet
Not just surface reading to judge them
But deeper like things
I want to know the story behind why they twitch their hands
Or why they stop in their sentences and smile.
I want to try to guess their story
So I can understand why they act how they act
I feel like that,
because I feel no one gave me that.
I wish people would read me without judging me
I came across one I couldn’t read.
He was too perfect.
I tried to lock all my doors
And raise up my walls so he won’t read me too
I was shy, he may see my flaws
I didn’t want to expose my short-comings.
Then I thought to myself
Is that how I’ve been invading the privacy of others.
Even reading in a way is judging.
I didn’t give them the chance to tell me their story.
or even share what they’ll rather have it be.
I guess we don’t like to be pried
I guess I should not take the role of a narrator.

Yeni