A Poem for My Haters

People look at me and laugh,
They make fun of my every move,
What I want to know is what is it about me that people hate,
Could it be the fact that I have nothing to prove,
People are just ignorant for no appearent reason,
They talk about me every season,
What for, I don't know,
I don't really care, and my attitude shows it,
People are going to talk,
But, that's okay because I know how to walk,
While they are wasting their time talking about me, I'm using my time to walk away,
I don't have time to play little childish games,
At least I can I say, thank you because it means I'm doing something right,
I really don't like to fight,
People are only looking at me and talking about what's on the outside of me,
The part of me they should talk about is what's in the inside,
They also look at the downfalls of theirselves, and use it as a defense mechanism,
Sometimes, I just have to tell them,
There's no shame in my game, I have alot of pride in myself,
So, people can take thier opinions about me and stack them on a shelf,
For those who look at me and make fun of me, I just have to ask you something