I sit and I ponder why did you have to judge me? I only wrote and you only judged. I try to be open and accept you but you always judge me. I wonder why do you have to be so critical of me. I love and accept you. You have never accepted me. I feel like I am some unwanted thing left in your life. Do you even love me? I try to be creative and you stomp on my dreams. So I am left with one word: Why?