This Is Me

   This is me.

My clothes, my thoughts,

my manner.

You can see that

maybe I'm not like

you, exactly, but

I am a person

I hurt, I think,

I feel.

Don't you think your

comments hurt me?

I know what you're

saying about me.

Don't pretend I

can't hear.

Don't you think

those withering glances

hurt me?

Don't pretend I can't see.

But I can't change

your mind. This is me, and you

must accept me like this, because

I won't change. This is me.