For all the people who told me I couldn't...
I'm kind of bitter.
Who am I?
And who are you, to tell me who I am?
To tell me what to think of things
And to tell me what I can't and can?
Who are you to tell me things?
Who are you to put me down?
Who are you to laugh in my face
at the unhappy, deep frown
that took my smile's place?
And all those things I've loved and written:
Who are you to take it all and never give it back?