sugababyboo
mrs. charlie
Just Accept
Why does it get to you
That I have a different point of view
Why can’t you try to accept
That I have my own concept
So, I don’t follow the norm
Unlike you, I won’t conform
Last time I checked, I had something called free will
I’m not you; I don’t have a fake image to fulfill
There are ideas I choose not to believe
I’m not you; I won’t be naïve
I’m not optimistic
I’m just realistic
When will you learn?
That I’m too damn stubborn
I’ve got my own decisions to make
Stop telling me that I’m making a mistake
I enjoy having independence
You just need to have more tolerance
Because nothing you say or do
Will never make me change who I am, to satisfy you
Perception
Who do you think you are?
Preaching to me what perfection is
Saying to me that I’m not pretty enough
Or that I’m not skinny enough
To be loved by a good man
What gives you the right?
To criticize my every flaw
Why do you tear me down?
Every time I begin to love who I am
What the hell is your problem?
Telling me that I’m too ugly
To be worthy of anyone’s respect
And that outer beauty equals happiness
Just because you hate your body
Doesn’t mean that I have to hate mine
I’m done listening to you
Shut your mouth, I don’t need your cruel words
That you used to belittle me
Your warped perception on beauty
Makes you less humane and more superficial
I don’t need your approval
To feel complete as a person
Unlike you, I’ve come to love who I am
My imperfections make me beautiful
Why does it get to you
That I have a different point of view
Why can’t you try to accept
That I have my own concept
So, I don’t follow the norm
Unlike you, I won’t conform
Last time I checked, I had something called free will
I’m not you; I don’t have a fake image to fulfill
There are ideas I choose not to believe
I’m not you; I won’t be naïve
I’m not optimistic
I’m just realistic
When will you learn?
That I’m too damn stubborn
I’ve got my own decisions to make
Stop telling me that I’m making a mistake
I enjoy having independence
You just need to have more tolerance
Because nothing you say or do
Will never make me change who I am, to satisfy you
Perception
Who do you think you are?
Preaching to me what perfection is
Saying to me that I’m not pretty enough
Or that I’m not skinny enough
To be loved by a good man
What gives you the right?
To criticize my every flaw
Why do you tear me down?
Every time I begin to love who I am
What the hell is your problem?
Telling me that I’m too ugly
To be worthy of anyone’s respect
And that outer beauty equals happiness
Just because you hate your body
Doesn’t mean that I have to hate mine
I’m done listening to you
Shut your mouth, I don’t need your cruel words
That you used to belittle me
Your warped perception on beauty
Makes you less humane and more superficial
I don’t need your approval
To feel complete as a person
Unlike you, I’ve come to love who I am
My imperfections make me beautiful