The day is bright,
Open,
And exposing.
A rude spot light.
An insistive friend.
In its light.
We are all that exist.
We are works of art,
We expect to be judged.
And judged we are.
Our looks,
Our talents,
Our faults,
Our hearts.
For all eyes to see.
Our artist is not judged.
No, just us.
How cruel...
-SOH
Sana Olivia Hernandez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-36/
