Don't know

Call me filthy, I know I fill you up with disgust and utmost hatred. Call me naive, for I know you see my vunerability and weakness. Call me careless, for you only see my tiredness. Call me whatever you want, it no longer hurts me, because I can't make you believe the real person that you are blind to see. For you see my flaws as a sign of imperfection rather than a mark of down-to-earthness. For you expose my faults as a way to make me change, but honestly it just fills you up with shame, and me some blame. But Im sorry that it doesn't really affect me for I am the creator of my destiny. And if allow your insecureness to devastate and under ellate me, then I allow you the power, the key. Then you get a strange idea that you know me. But you don't honestly. For I am what I allow you to see.