I know who I am. They told me what to look for when I meet new people.

I've been always ashamed of what I am.
Cause they came and accused me of what I am.
So I thought it was bad to be it.
I didn't think what it is to be it.
I didn't try to know who I am before I answer them.
I rushed to answer back to prove them I'm not it. What they said I was.

I was always shy of what I am. They had strong clues I am that. Stronger than me. They had papers who proved it, titles.
Then there where the other people. The close ones. They had strong clues for the opposite. Customs. History.
I spent a whole life in shame, numbly, unacknowledged, caring for what they think I am. I tried to move to new places.  
But They always know what I am. They could see it. Or they could hear it, once I gave a clue. The same clue they gave me in the past. I was just repeating it. and circulating it all the way. Like I was expecting some kind of jury to decide about me. Do I deserve or not.

On the other hand, They always say what I am. They feel they have to say. They have to have an opinion.
I always answer back, I am not it. 

I don't know how it's possible that they know what I am and I do not. And they know from the first moment they see me and the first question they ask me.
They do not ask my name or how I am enjoying my time. No. But they still know who I am and they feel the urge to tell me.

I spend a lot of time trying to find cool answers to their question. Convince them it's not the case. Assuming, trusting that they know what they're asking.
Apparently they didn't. Apparently, they heard it's a bit bad to be of this kind. People of this kind are .. lower people. So they're looking for the signs the others showed them. Like I was repeating the clues they other gave me. Searching for an identity. Without further investigation.

I know who I am. They told me what to look for when I meet new people.

Then some time later, I realised there was something wrong with this approach. How do they know who I am? How could I ever spend all my energy to convince them I'm not something I didn't even know what it was.
How didn't I use my time to understand what I really am instead, beyond of what they say.

Many people come and say what they think you are.
But that's ok. I know better how I enjoy my time. I don't know where I'm coming from but I know how to enjoy my time.

And I know that whenever someone tells me they know that these people are bad, I'm asking them how do they know, do they know these people in person? Do they know who they are themselves?

Very often it's someone else that told them and then they realized how silly it is to just repeat what one says. Without even thinking.