you judge me for who i'm not
love me for my lies
distance yourself for my beliefs
portray me for who i love
why do you do these things
why hurt me because of my pain
why trip me because ive stumbled
how does it make sense
to bruise the already beaten
or mock the already scorned
what about me makes it okay
to assume who i am
from just one quick look
or maybe a lingering glance
what you see does not make me
what makes me is never what you think
never place a period after my name
but always leave a question mark
you dont know who i truly am
why do you say you do
your methodical processing of my actions
criticism of my looks& loved ones
isnt who i am
it will never be
because i will never be who you expect me to be
because who you expect me to be
is who im not