Looking from the outside in,
just craving to belong.
I try to find the confidence,
like reciting my favourite song.
I put on my best fake smile,
they tease me but I’m strong.
It makes me centre of attention,
I enjoy it – is that wrong?
Is it really worth it,
the striving for acceptance?
The struggle to relate,
overthinking my last sentence.
The feeling of self-loathing,
back to bite me with a vengeance.
I must stop dwelling on things,
I have more independence.
Looking from the outside in,
I no longer have the fear.
I do not worry about fitting in,
or feel anxious being here.
I can take or leave the invite,
by sensing the atmosphere.
As long as I am true to myself,
my conscience will stay clear.
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