Who Are You To Judge Me? Poem by Sarah Wilson

So what if I'm unsocial,
I've been depressed,
Don't feel sorry for me,
It's not your problem to address,
What's wrong with being alone?
If it stops me becoming distressed,
All that matters is I get help,
For this unaccepted mental illness,
A counsellor is helping me,
To release all I have repressed.

So what if I'm fat,
An ever expanding waist,
Turn your nose up at me,
I don't care for your distaste,
What's wrong with enjoying my food?
Without running to the gym post-haste,
All that matters is my health,
It's not something to make me shamefaced,
My friends and family accept me,
They keep me warm in their embrace.

So what if you consider me ugly,
My image to you is unattractive,
When I approach you want to look away,
But there's something that keeps holds you captive,
What wrong with being ordinary?
I like being average,
All that matters is my perception,
And I'm not so dismissive,
My beauty will be maintained,
As long as my opinion is allowed to live.