Her judgment falls

Heavy on my shoulders

I wipe it off

Like the putrid filth it is

Eyes looking me up and down

Critiquing my every breath

Burning me alive

Now I'm refined

And you can see all of me

True form

Is it good enough?

Is it all you hoped it would be?

It's just me

I'm baring open to you

But who are you?

What do you know?