Well Can You?

You can see my flaws,
but can you see your own?
You can judge others like God,
but I'm not allowed.
You taught me not to judge
others, but still you sit there
and judge every tiny mistake.

You don't understand,
how it stresses me to the bone.
Then you yell and scream about
the things I do to calm down.
You have no right, I know what
you were doing when you were
young.

But I bite my tongue.
I bide my time.
Not even.
I let it go.
Unlike you.