What does it mean
to be accepted
when my sense of self
is intercepted?

Is it still the same
do you still belong
If they all like you
but it all feels wrong?

Identity is
being individual
but what’s the point
if it’s all for their vigil?

Isn’t it ironic
to feel secure
we try to belong
to someone else’s couture?

In conclusion I’d say
if identity you forfeit
you’re hiding yourself,
you’re wearing a corset.