How would you feel?

You think I can't hear your witty words,
Your sarcasm, your insults, your blame.
Well I can.

I know I'm not perfect,
I've never wanted to be.
But when I hear you say those words,
I feel like there's nothing for me.

Judge me.
I've done nothing wrong.
Have I named YOUR numerous faults before?
Thought so.

To the thoughtless girls,
Have you ever thought of anything but yourself?
Maybe you could see,
There's a better side of me.
For now,
Continue.

It's not like me, the untalented smart ass, can stop you.