Judgment

Your dark cold eyes follow me like a child follows candy. I can feel your judgment before it comes from your mouth. No one else sees it but they hear of it. You do not know that others feel the coldness of your words. That they have seen the tears you cause roll down my face. They are the ones who comfortated me when no one else would. But when im alone with you no one can help. Comfort can come but the feeling can leave just as quickly. As if it's a professional runner going for the gold. Your words and judgment will always be with me but yet you think that it doesn't matter. You feel I need a tougher skin, but how can i build one when you just build sharper knives? Nothing helps but to write. YOu do not see the damage that you cause. Or do you just not care? I need answers from you. Will you ever tell me or am i doomed to live in the darkness of wounder?