Judge me not

I feel so sad for others
Who think to judge my life
Why can't they simply
Look into their, own life?
I know I am not perfect
Never said I was...
But it hurts when others
Keep looking at my life
It hurts when she looks
Me up, and looks me, down
As if I am naked: undressed
She does it with a frown
Am I covered up enough?
Does something seem to show?
That I am uncomfortable
Beneath that ever assessing glance
I know I am different...
I know I do not fit in...
I also know that it is Jesus
Who truly sees my heart
Only my Lord knows me
Only Jesus has that info
He sees beneath my armour
Knows all of my earthly plans...