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I wonder What it's like to be accepted By society To know your place To feel like you belong To have confidence You can't be wrong How do you know your place How do you measure yourself against The world if you Don't know your own face Am I beautiful In the eyes of the world Where do I get this input Do I sell myself as an image To social media Do I plead for likes among peers Gather friends I don't know Do I measure my likes Against the popular guys Or do I measure them Against the friends by my side Does it make me better Or better looking In the eyes of the world Am I good enough For society's taste Do I conform Will I now be able To meet your standard Am I to your liking This image I've created A false modesty Was it fated Sell my soul to give it away Pass it along To have this world See me as I am Judge me And spit me out Grey Stripped of my originality All because I couldn't See what others Saw in me
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
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I wonder What it's like to be accepted By society To know your place To feel like you belong To have confidence You can't be wrong How do you know your place How do you measure yourself against The world if you Don't know your own face Am I beautiful In the eyes of the world Where do I get this input Do I sell myself as an image To social media Do I plead for likes among peers Gather friends I don't know Do I measure my likes Against the popular guys Or do I measure them Against the friends by my side Does it make me better Or better looking In the eyes of the world Am I good enough For society's taste Do I conform Will I now be able To meet your standard Am I to your liking This image I've created A false modesty Was it fated Sell my soul to give it away Pass it along To have this world See me as I am Judge me And spit me out Grey Stripped of my originality All because I couldn't See what others Saw in me
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 1:52 PM UTC
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