Accepting me, you, who?
When I try to find, I can not find, and
When I look, I don't see,
What I want to see.
So, as hours pass and I just be,
Who I want to be. I find others
Stopping me,from being free, me,
With their judging looks.
So, I simply stop and pretend,
To be who they want me to be.
Then, they ask "why can't you be you and accept yourself?"
I look away and laugh,
As I finally know they will never accept me.