this is me

why must we always point th finger
judge, blame, it's all just a game
full of anger,
full of hate
well it hurts.
I'm not perfect
but neither are any of you
I make mistakes
but guess what,
so do each one of you
I'm me, and me may not be how you remember me
or who you wish I would be
but you have to learn to accept it
because with or without you
this is me