Just Me

I stare out the window and wonder
As the world passes me by,
If I can ever be myself - just me.
Without the judgement or hatred
Without harshness or disgust.
Can I ever be just me?

The world wants me to change -
Change my ways, change my looks.
My personality can't even be mine
Without being criticized.
The world refuses to see me, to see who I am.
They just see me for who they want me to be.

Can I ever be just me?