Mirror image or truth?

Sometimes the more you try to explain yourself the more others misunderstand you. Then you realize, who cares. If they can't see past themselves, their own insecurities, their own struggle then they aren't seeing me, they are just looking into a mirror. I know who I am. With certainty. And I love myself, and I am loved by others. I hope someday you can break that mirror to look me in the eyes, but if not, I am not missing anything.