Who Am I?

Each and every day of my life
I am constantly judged
Not by my actions or my words
But simply by my looks

Each and every day of my life
I am constantly ridiculed
Not by the things I do but simply
By the way I choose to live my life

My hair isn't good enough
Nor is my shirt clean enough
Nothing seems to be good enough
For the strangers that walk by me
Each and every day

People glance at me on the street and I try so hard to
Dodge and ignore the harsh looks but deep inside my mind
The words play out…over and over

They all expect me to be perfect
Expect me to never make mistakes…
Never do the wrong thing

The pressure…Oh, God,
The pressure

How can anyone see who I am
When I cannot even see me?