Forget Me? I Don't Think So (#laterhaters)

Forget Me? I Don't Think So

You may not understand now, so I'll make it clear.

It needs to be said, even if you don't want to hear.

Cause you've caused me pain like you wouldn't believe.

Telling me, "I wish I could just forget you exist," was the worst I could receive.

I actually believed I deserved no friends;

You broke me for certain.

I wallowed in the pain you gave

And went to face my curtain.

I turned vitriolic. My demeanour was acidic.

You thought I proved my immaturity.

But I grew up since then and we're different than we were.

That's something I guess you'll never care to see.

I know where I stand as a child of God

I'm secure in my identity.

But this isn't just for me, a vent to the world.

This is for all those who are not yet free.

To all the girls and all the guys who've heard words like these before.

To everyone who really thinks they're a good-for-nothing sore.

To everyone who feels that they're only in the way.

Please remember you may be a miracle someday.

You are worth more than the haters would like to make you think.

You're better than you realize, you're the Luke, the Frodo, the Link

Of your own life's story, and I think it would do you well to remember that

You are not too weird, too ugly, too different, or fat.

I've heard it all, all of the jokes

It's easy to fall, to think that you're broke.

You're stronger than that, you're more than they say.

You don't have to use the cards you were dealt to play.

It took me a while, but I've discovered the key.

It's not what other thinks that defines my destiny.

I'm gonna save lives, this I know and I trust:

I will forge a path through, I will do what I must.

You may not be popular

Well neither am I.

Your singing might be "horrible"

No matter how hard you try.

You may not have many friends

You may be overweight

I'm so sorry of you've ever heard

"You're not good enough for me."

Before I become a doctor and cure the world.

This I write in hope that I can save a life.

You are made in the image of One who loves you.

You are worth each of the 500 words I write.

To the haters who tell me I mean nothing to them:

I've heard what you're saying, quit wasting your phlegm.

"You'll never find love, you're an ugly mistake."

Your cold callous words will not cause me to break.

"I'm here for you." "What can I do?"

Words that help me heal.

I may never be good friends again with those whose hate ran deep.

You can't forgive me? That's alright, I won't make you lose sleep.

I've forgiven you a hundred times over, I've let it all go.

But you want to forget I exist? I really don't think so.