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