A struggle to belong, to find my place, Stumbling through life, mistakes I embrace. Blunders and missteps, a shadow they cast, Day after day, the die seems to be cast.
Disliked, an outsider, I feel it so deep, Friendly smiles, a facade I can’t keep. Loneliness lingers, a constant despair, Do they truly care, is anyone there?
Grappling with doubt, uncertainty’s sting, What am I doing wrong, what sorrow I bring? Isolation suffocates, a heavy embrace, Is solitude’s path the one I must chase?
Different, I may be, a truth hard to face, Do I belong here, in this crowded space? Perhaps it’s time to accept what’s in sight, A solitary journey, into the quiet night.
City’s plus, a symphony Footstep, whispers, horns’ blare, Unseen, unheard, a ghost I roam. I drift through crowded avenues where life flows fast, A silhouette of a story, a remnant of the past, You pass by, thoughts afar, Never noticing the shadow rear, My name, once a melody, now fades, My voice is just an echo in the concrete and the stone, A quiet plea for presence, in a world I walk alone, Neon lights, a path aglow, Darkness cloaks, from sight I hide, Creature of night, moon and stars my witness, The electric haze illuminated the distance in your eyes. While underneath the starlight, my true self quietly dies, Did you see me, truly see? In memory’s weave a thread for me? Or just a ghost, haunting your mind’s edge? A lingering impression of a soul you didn’t keep, Lost within the shallow world while I am buried deep.
The weight of a thousand eyes presses down, A silent, ceaseless judgment that I drown Within. I worry too much, an endless loop Of anxious thoughts, a psychological stoop
About how others see me—the fleeting glance, The subtle shift, the judgment they advance. Each interaction is a stage, a test, Where my own self-worth is put to the best Or worst assessment by an external gauge. I turn each minor slip into a mental cage.
I worry too much, an unrelenting fear, About whether they like me, holding me dear, Or casting me aside with cold indifference. The need for approval is a fierce presence, A hunger I can never seem to appease, Searching for acceptance on every breeze.
I worry too much, the constant, weary drain, About what others think, the imagined stain They see upon my character or my name. This scrutiny I project is a cruel game, Where I am both the player and the prize, Obsessed with the mirrors in other people’s eyes.
Why does it matter so much to me, this need To fit the mold, to plant the perfect seed Of a flawless persona in their minds? Why do I seek the validation that binds Me to their opinion, tethering my peace To whether or not their judgments cease?
The mask I wear is finely wrought and bright. I say, with forced conviction and feigned might, It doesn’t bother me. My voice is steady, low. I put, with practiced ease, a flawless show, On a brave face, a fortress built of stone, Pretending I stand confidently alone.
But the truth is, the internal tremor starts, It does bother me, deep within the hidden parts. The words I speak are often just a lie, A desperate attempt to watch the worry die. The fear of rejection is a constant, nagging ache, A vulnerability I cannot fully forsake.
I want to move on from these consuming thoughts, To sever the chains of ‘what-if’ and ‘what-nots’. I want to rid myself of the debilitating idea, That everyone has to like me, crystal clear, A fantasy that keeps me small and tight. I long to stand securely in my own light.
No matter what I say or do, the true release Lies not in their affection, but in my own peace. Acceptance is the key, the final, crucial stand. Acceptance of who I am, etched by my own hand, And the profound, unshakable belief that I am worthy, Not because they say it, but because I know the worth of me. I will claim my own value and finally be free.
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