Me

Me.
Who are you to judge me?

Who are you to care?

You have no idea who I am.

Don't pretend to don't you dare.

I don't claim to be perfect.

That's not even what I desire.

Sometimes we're better broken.

It makes us who we are.

My past is not the greatest.

But it's over and can't be changed.

But it's made me who I am today.

I have only myself to blame.

Please don't act like you know me.

Only a select few truly do.

If your lucky someday I'll let you in.

And change the world you knew