Sometimes the battle between my insecurities
Makes me question everyone’s sincerity.
“You look amazing today”
Makes me feel like some kind of prey.
I don’t want to know your opinion on my hair,
Especially when I put it on without a care.
I don’t want to know you like my smile
Because then I’ll be nervous to show it for a while.
I do not care if you like my face,
Even when it lacks makeup’s trace.
I want to know I make you feel at home
And that around me,
you no longer feel alone.
I want to know you like my spirit
That’s when I’ll truly listen, and I’ll hear it.
I don’t crave your artificial compliments,
I want to know you’re proud of my accomplishments.
I wish those around me would understand
And I wish they would know this beforehand.
I do not desire to be wanted
And I do not want to be flaunted.
What I crave is the acceptance of me in my vulnerability
And that’s the only true way to my tranquility.