looking, Vs, Seeing

you look 
at the skinny
wild haired teen
with the large glasses 
and the dark brown eyes
you look at me
but you don't see me
you don't see the pain I suffer through 
every day of my life
you don't see the confusion and chaos
behind my smiling face
you don't see the furious love I feel for my family 
or the drastic lengths I'd go to to keep them safe
you look 
and you judge 
my gender
my thoughts
my personality 
all just with one look 
you judge me
even though you didn't take the time to see 
that maybe 
under everything
I'm not what I look like
I'm not weak 
or gullible 
you can't push me over that easily.
I refuse 
to let go 
of who I am 
for you to feel, 
not even that good
about yourself.