They look at me.

They're  judging me and it's hurting me.

because they don't understand me.

so I ask God who else can I be?

but I like me. 

The real me is the best me that I will ever be.

They are always trying to change me.

why can't they accept me?

Why cant I just be the me that I was created to be?

How many Ashlee's does this world need?

i love me.

The care-free silly me.

I'll always be imperfect to you.

if I don't look like you, talk like you or act like you I'm apparently a "nobody "?

no.

I refuse to accept that.

I know that I'm better than that.

you can't validate me that's up to me.

i still love me .

just like my mommy.

yeah she taught me well.

so well, that I don't need your lies telling me that I'm nothing.

God loves me and that's all I need.

So.

mind your own business and leave me alone.