Judges

Get out!
You don't belong.
All your many mistakes
and every one of your wrongs
is a necessary hassle,
but you'll sit in your castle
and judge every last one of us,
every last razor cut,
the pain, depression, and flesh.
You know what's best.
I'd rather be wrong
than wanting to belong
to your kind, so unkind.
I'd rather be alone.