When I seek your approval,
Try to please you,
I briefly hate myself.
The cheapest see-through.
I hate that my confidence,
In the choices I make,
Falls at your feet.
I crumble in your quake.
It seems there's a type,
That I cannot dismiss,
Cannot ignore,
And in that, I'm remiss.
You deserve more,
You deserve braver.
I must stand my ground.
I must not waver.
Being as strong in my conviction,
As I am in my belief,
Could also earn back pride in myself,
And give my soul relief.
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