They Don't Know Me
They said I have to look a certain way to be beautiful, but I'm already beautiful.
They said I have to conform to fit in, but that's not me.
Who am I?
What is my purpose?
They said I was flawed, they said they had the cure.
They said I wasn't good enough, they preyed on my insicurities.
They don't know me.
They can't tell me who I am.
I used to buy into their lie, even though I knew it was a lie.
I struggled to fight the lie, but it was stronger than I was.
What changed?
Why do they no longer impact me?
I realized who I wanted to be.
I realized they were just another opinon that didn't matter.
The don't know me.
They can't tell me who I am.
This poem is about:
Me