Being me

Who exactly
do you think you are
that you believe
you have a right
to judge
to hate
to demand I prove myself
who are you to me
that I should
care so much
what you think of me
that I paste
on a smile
and hide my true self
in hopes
that you
may finally accept me
it gets lonely
being the outcast
always on the sidelines
sitting alone
but lately I've realized
the saddest place to be
is a place where I'm never
actually free
to be me