I like me

Just as I am

But it seems people want me to change

Why so?

I like being quiet, to read or write

I like my hair, my body and colour

I can’t really help being me

Wondering about things

Imagining adventures

Trusting the wrong people

I guess I’m a little naive and blind

I don’t really notice when people lie

People judge me

For some reason I just don’t care what they think

But I know deep inside I feel hurt about what they think or say

I can feel them whispering and looking my way

But I hide my tears, cause they would think I’m weak

So I would just like to say

I like me for me

And if you don’t

Just look at yourself before you judge someone else