What About Me

Slamming doors,
Angry voices.
You tell me that you don't understand.
But have you ever tried to?
Have you ever felt what I'm feeling?
Experienced what I have?
If only you could walk a mile in my shoes,
Then you would know what it is like to be me.
Everybody wanting a piece of you;
Nobody willing to accept you for whom you really are.
I apologize for my curtness, my attitude, and my confidence.
But if you truly were willing,
You would accept me for who I am,
And not what you think I should be.
From willing to listen to being an asshole;
Cockiness to confidence.
These are all a part of me and always will be,
And that you cannot change.
You shout at me for reasons I can't comprehend,
Reject me for who you want me to be,
Rather than accepting me for who I am.
Doing things that only please me or who I want,
Not realizing that I'm only doing those things for you.
So I'll continue being me,
And we'll continue slamming doors, drowning angry voices.
Until someday, somewhere you will see through my transparent shield,
And hopefully uncover the key that has locked so many doors behind us in the past.