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.