The promises she broke,
The opinion she had,
The options she explored,
Intense all, hypocrisies myriad.
She was judgmental,
And so se judged everybody.
She was temperamental,
And so she though she had the right to be moody.
She judged, as she sailed her life,
Wings left, wings right,
She maneuvered through the windy, blue and fast,
Opinionating on everything, sometimes fresh, sometimes trite.
Happy she was, for what she was,
Confusing sad she was, for what it was not.
Being judgmental has happened to her as a matter of habit,
So much so, that now she judged the judging too, LIKE IT OR NOT.
– Stuti
expressedD 
Superb poem ,the thoughts are like a running brook.,Best regards.jalal
Thanks so much . Feels like such a Pat on the back 🙂