Humility, the quality of being modest,
Under the society\'s gaze we all praise.
Yet under the lens of myself full of disdain,
A harsh judge of myself, my self-worth in pain.
The longing for validation, a hunger that never fades,
The need to be seen and heard, to have one\'s worth appraised,
A yearning deep within the heart, a craving for acclaim,
A thirst that\'s never quenched, a desire that leaves one in shame.
What is my self-worth? I don\'t know.
Is the validation truly necessary? I don\'t know.
Contradictions between the two,
I find myself confused and blue.