I wrote this when I was eleven because some jerk was picking on me
for being a little overweight.
I Am Who I Am
I am who I am,
Does my weight really matter?
Inside I’m just the same as you,
My heart beats,
My lungs breathe,
I need food in my belly.
But, perhaps, most important of all,
If you look deep down inside,
I have feelings too,
And they can be hurt.
And they are,
Each time you judge me only by my outer cover.
And when you do, I think this question,
Do I need you for a friend?
No is the answer,
I will not change to meet your standards,
I have enough friends already,
Who judge me by who I am inside.
They are better, truer, more honest friends,
Than you with you’re attitude could ever hope to be.
To them, my worth is measured in my personality,
Not in my weight.
Why can’t you take a hint from them,
They do not want me to change.
I do not want me to change.
You want me to change,
But you can’t make me.
I like me this way,
I am who I am.