Acceptance, it is given, it is gained.
It is what people strive for, what they crave.
I break my silence, I destroy my peace.
I want to matter to those that I meet.
I neglect my uniqueness, change my “me”
‘Cause when they look, they don’t like what they see.
The real me is gone, I conformed to the norms.
Shoved into the void, I take a new form.
At my end, is it to me they say goodbye?
‘Cause just like the cake, my life is a lie.