Consider Me

It seems to me
That no matter how much I try
To show people I've changed,
They dredge up my past
And throw it right in my face.
They say with a sardonic laugh, "See,
These things prove that you are crazy!"
They've no time for any explanations,
No time to consider me,
They're too busy filling in strangers
About the way I used to be.
And of course it is never the whole story,
The bad is featured, the good is cut,
And it leaves me full of pain and doubt.
I know I'm not perfect,
Not one person is,
So I wish they would stop
Making me feel like the craziest, worst person on earth.