Who do you think you are?
Acting like you know me,
but you don't at all.
You don't what it's like to be me.
You have no idea what it's like to walk in my shoes.
Or walk the paths I've taken.
So DON'T you dare say you understand my pain.
When you haven't even walked a mile in my shoes.
You migth see how it affects me but that's it.
Nothing more but sure enough everything less.
So don't look at me with pity in your eyes.
I'm proud of who I am and what I've become.
And nothing you could ever say or do will change that.