One Would Feel For My Age

Of the inhibitions we are born with we may never be free
I spend too much time worrying on what others think of me
Most of us humans are flawed in more than one way
Suppose we are what we are as some do like to say
You may be the nicest person in the town
But always one verbally for to put you down
The judgemental sort of people are more than a few
Though you may say to that tell us something that's new
The near to perfect people in the World are quite rare
And of the flaws i possess i am all too aware
Yet of the negative judgements of others i do take offense
One would feel for my age that i would have more sense
Than worrying of how to others i appear
'Tis true that there is more than one side to fear.