Insecurities

I am made by society...

To be accepted by them satisfies me...

It weighs more than my own opinions...

I want to make a difference...

I wish I was made different...

Than this...

These fibers,

They are unauthentic...

Why am I like this...

Why am I weak-minded,

Why does every compliment sound like a lie, God...

I know you can see this poem, Why am I like this... Michele...

I know you can see this poem,

What do you think of me...

Are you ashamed...

Why am I still going although I stopped rhyming a long time ago???