Demons in my City.

The voices say 
"Decency is what makes you beautiful" 
I accepted and groom myself, now,
I am decent as such, I should be beautiful, I suppose,
But ,
The demons in the city won't let me believe it.
Again, the voices say
 " Being reserved is what makes you modest"
I am reserved , I suppose,
But, 
My city demons enjoys waddling with my esteem.
Whilst alppraisals are thrown at me for possessing  the aforementioned qualities,
My demons keep whispering to me that my in_turn  appreciations are not good enough 
and will never be good enough.
These demons just roam about in my city, unchained!
 And  they multiply everytime I hear those familiar voices 
and those pointers pointing at other people 
Prompting me to look at them 
and be like them 
 whilst demons whiper something to them too.