I have hoped from identity to identity.

Searching for the one fit for my skin.

Beat myself up on body features I got.

Wishful thinking of beauty, ooh my God.

I didn’t know, self-esteem is what I needed.

 

I listened to any adult, in search of wisdom.

Doubtful of my thinking against conformity.

I learned that ignorant adults do teach too.

Inducing their views on keenly enthusiasts.

I didn’t know, mentors are what I needed.

 

I have worked competitively to earn love.

I got swept into feeling down on each fail.

The affections I proved for never lasted.

I realized being loved right was a response.

I didn’t know, acceptance is what I needed.