I am who I am

I have no idea whether or not I wrote this - it was sitting in my archives and dated 22 December 2011. If I wrote it, it's me. If I copied it from elsewhere, it's still me.

I keep my opinions to myself, because you don't like to hear them.
I turn my volume down, because you don't like me being loud.
I keep my dreams to myself, because they are different than yours.
I live where I have to, not where I want to, because your needs are different than mine.
I work to pay bills, not to enjoy my life.
I have nothing of value, so I surround myself with "things".
I don't dance in supermarket aisles, because I embarrass you.
I am overweight, because you never liked me to be as slim as I wanted to be.
I fulfill your needs, but you don't ask me about mine.
I am the ATM when you don't have cash.
I am there when you need me, but you are not always there when I need you.
I cry alone, because you don't like my tears.
I give you a shoulder, but yours is not there for me when I most need it.
I have your back, but I can't count on you to always have mine.
I try to be strong because you need me to, even when I am hurting deep inside.
I listen to your criticism even when it is unfair.
I am a fighter because you tell me I am, but you don't like it when I fight.
I am who I am because you have made me this way.
If you don't like what you see, you have only yourself to blame.

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