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