I know who I am
you say I should care
but really I don't give a ****
about the clothes I wear

Forcing glitter upon my body
will not change my self esteem
or even make me the hottie
that you so childishly dream

You made me this way
by your harsh-spitting words
until what little I grasp decays
into one of my baggy t-shirts

I can't go back
to the world I used to know
where no one would ever attack
the way I've grown

I swear I know who I am.