I'm just me

People amuse me,
you say I've changed like that's a bad thing.
Maybe times were changing,
and you weren't listening.
Maybe I've adapted,
but I'm still just me.
Maybe I've become the best me,
that I could possibly be.
Maybe I've always been this way,
and of me you had this idea.
That I no longer fit,
and fail the criteria.
Is that a fault of mine,
or a fault within your beliefs.
Am I the one to be questioned,
or should be given relief.
Relief of your expectations,
and rules you don't even follow.
Rules you used to mask your personality,
that couldn't get more hollow.
I've changed you say,
maybe I just grew up.
Maybe you're still childish,
and in the past you're stuck.
Maybe I've finally released myself,
from all the chains the once held.
So my own future and self,
I can build.
In the end,
I'm just me.
And I'm willing to improve and change,
the best me I can be.
And do the things,
that makes me happy.