Yet I made myself that way
and my attempts aren’t aimed at solving the problem,
they’re meant to make me feel more whole
but it’s breaking me apart even more.
I aim to please these people and have them accept me,
but the person I need to be in order to get their approval
just isn’t who I am.
How much should I sacrifice for acceptance?
Losing myself and a grasp of who I am,
how much time do I have
before there’s no more of me left?