Feeling Insecure

Judge me all you want
In the end it’s my life
Im gonna live it my way
Society can’t get inside of me
Telling how to dress
What to believe 
How to think
Drowning in my thoughts
Its overwhelming 
I hope I don’t sink
Sometimes I look in the mirror
Am I comfortable in my own skin?
Can I accept my sins?
Why am I trying to be perfect?
While losing myself
Moral, principles 
None of that matters
In today’s generation 
Only popularity holds value
To each its own
I was born to stand out