A clock flashes the time

Yet I sit alone.

The stars gaze at me with judgment

Yet I sit alone.

I sit in audience with my thought

Reflecting on my past self in the mirror

Looking at the paintings of myself

Printed onto the membrane of my mind

The thing in front of me states her name

“Call me Tammy”

The manifestation of my judgment.

Sitting across the table from me.

In my mind.

She pulls out a clipboard

And goes back to the times I did wrong

And the times I did right.

Each time the paintings of the memories

Feel more weathered, more tattered.

The world may be my stage

But can the people in the crowd

Even see my part?

Tears stream down my face

Seeing my own judgment judge me

On my own memories

And tell me what I do and don't deserve

I turn to the stars

And gaze upon

Ready to defy them the moment I get the chance.