Am I what they say I am?
Am I what they think I am?
Am I what there looks of disproval appear to hold?
Why must they look at me like I'm not good enough?
Why must they treat me in the same manner?
My energy drains...
Is their disproval all in my head?
Maybe...
Maybe....
But until I know for sure....
I guess all I do be...
I guess all I can do...
Is be good enough for me.