Who are we?

We own the bow people.
Put us in.
Mental capitalism... a sin?

Sacrifices we make,
and choices we made,
the chances we take,
all count for nothing,
when people judge us...

But who are they to judge,
to take advantage of our
fragile mental state,
or of our kindness
and mistakes?

And who are we to listen?
Why should anybody care
about what, who, where?

Don't mind a thing I'm saying,
don't listen to my lack of prejudge,
don't take it to hard.

Release yourself from fear and doubt.
Take hold of yourself,
and judge (or don't!)