Sometimes I feel like clay Weak and impressionable Bending to others will Don’t wear that shirt Don’t wear that skirt You look like a fool But then I’m unhappy Yet I’d rather be unhappy Than judged and scorned Yet the worst part is Most of it’s in my head Not many people care what I wear Though the voice in my head says otherwise It tells me they all care They all judge They all hate And I don’t know how to convince myself they don’t I don’t know how to cement my clay