MEAN

a poem on my opions that others have about me

Some men think I’m mean
They say I have a sharp tongue and cold heart.
Beautiful body, careless mind thought.
Women say I ‘m inconsiderate.
Heart breaker.
Unloving.
I say I’m tired of not being me.
They settle for any and everything,
I take nothing that doesn’t fit.
I’m not superficial.
I can’t stand redundant-ness
I’m not sweet
my heart has been trampled enough
I have to be able to sleep
To think
To dream
So what if I’m mean
Let me be
Let me be
Just me
Don’t try to change me
Don’t try to break me
Don’t try to games to win me
I am fine
Just being me
Mean.