Humility

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.