So you say I don’t look so good
I don’t sound so good.
I don’t do my hair good
I don’t act so good
And say My sports ain’t good
My voice ain’t good
My compositions aren’t good
My write-ups ain’t good
But You know? I’m me
Talk to me if the problem is me.
But You sugar-coat it in front of me
And gossip behind me
It doesn’t mean to act rude
And put every another blame on me
You say I’m touchy-feely
Art is felt So yes I’m touchy-feely
I talk about myself too much?
I know myself the best and can talk about me
Unlike you who barely know me and talk about me.