Why can't I be myself to fit in?
I consistently carry pretence under my skin.
  I want to be myself; to be real, not perfect.
But no, with them it is "perfect to connect".
  "Walk like this", "talk like that", "eat like us".
I do it just to gain that invisible plus.
  But in reality, it's pinching me like an insect.
On my mind, it has this serious effect.
  I argue with myself, trying to advice myself.
Every time I do, I feel like a broken shelf.
  This shelf can no longer stand on its own.
It can no longer hold anything, it is alone.
  My heart aches from all of this.
It is my old self that I miss.
  I was overly happy back then.
And all I wish for is that happiness again.

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~K