Conversation between best friends

Filled with anger
About who I am, about my mistakes
Filled with anger
About them, the one’s that don’t understand me
Who aren’’t taking me for who I am

My answer:
Filled with joy
About who you are
Happy, because you learned from your mistakes
Filled with indifference
About them
The ones that don’t understand you
Why should you care, if they aren’t taking you for who you are?
Maybe someday they will understand
Because then they’ve become them. The same way you’’ve become you