All my life I’ve always worried
what others thought of me.
When I was young, I was self-conscious
about the way I looked
and then about the job I did.
The worries just compounded
driving me back into a shell of loneliness.
It took me a long, long time
to realise just who I was.
If someone didn’t like me
that was their problem.
I was who I was,
not what everyone else
wanted me to try to be.
If no one liked what I did
that was their issue not mine
so long as it was legal,
I was who I was.
Why should I pretend
to be someone
I was clearly not?
Now that I am older,
I don’t really care anymore.
You can accept me as I am
and if you don’t, then tough.
Don’t try telling me I’m wrong
in the way I think
because your words don’t matter anymore.
8 June 2011
David Harris
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/accept-me-as-i-am-3/
