Critisize all you want, I won't be perfect
talk all you need, I won't change
laugh at me and I'll laugh back,
there's no shame in being myself
I'll show who I am
and you'll wear all your masks,
your backed into the corner
from all your insecurities
one day you'll fall,
along with all,
your whispers of cruel words
and that's all they are...
whispers; hardly heard.