You don't know me
So why pretend that you do?

You sit there
All laid back and relaxed
With your feet kicked up on the table
And your hands resting behind your head
Judging me harshly
For being someone I'm not
Because you think you know me.

You don't know anything about me.
You don't know my personality
You don't know my thoughts on global warming
Or why American women are still paid unfairly.
You don't know my level of maturity.
You don't know anything about me.

You're too ignorant to realize how smart I am.
How funny I am.
How unique I am.
You're too ignorant to see anything about me.
You only see what you want to see.
Because you judge me.
Because you think I'm someone I'm not.

You're all high up on your pedestal
And it's nearly impossible for you to climb back down.
You think you know me
And you think I fit under a certain archetype.
I don't fit under just one category
Because I am a combination of so many.
So don't pretend that you know me.

Don't talk down to me like I'm worthless
Because you think you know me.
Don't walk all over me
Because you think you know me.
Don't look at me with an ugly stare
Because you think you know me.

I am smart.
I am unique.
I am different.
I am special.
I am nice.
I am colorful.
I am optimistic.
I am cheerful.
And I am beautiful in my own way.
So don't pretend you know me.

You don't know what makes me laugh.
You don't know what makes me cry.
You don't know what makes me smile.
You don't know what makes me happy.
You don't know my hopes and dreams
Or what I aspire to be.
But I think the one thing you do know about me
Is that you piss me off.