A poem for those judgmental eyes

Well, this is me
You can think I'm immature
You can think I'm naive
I like guys, not all at once, but very often change
But I treat every love with the utmost care
I want each to last long
and that's me

I fail and move on and if it's too fast, you think I'm easy
So should I dwell in my failure until you say it's enough?
But that's not me
I'll settle if I can because I'm a soulmate believer
but don't say I'm easy because you don't know
the heartbreaks and the pain
and it's my heart that's wounded, not yours
and when it heals, it's still my heart

It's my life, not yours
It's my life
It's me