I don’t need you to tell me who I am. I’m myself. I should know who I am.

And even if I don’t know who I am, I will find out.

So don’t go assuming you know me when you don’t.

Don’t tell me things I already know.

Hearing it once is enough. Twice at the edge.

But three times… That’s too much.

You’re mean.

You’re rude.

You’re ugly.

It’s not a compliment. Neither is it an insult.

You’re telling me not what I am but describing who I am.

Mean is a thing. And so are rude and ugly.

Nobody should understand myself better than myself.

Because I know who and what I am.

I’m just another human being with feelings.