Confessional Portrait Look But Don'T Touch - Passing Mood That I'Ve Stared Straight At

I carve little pieces of my heart Put them on display Hoping I suppose for what? Validation of self Acceptable despite the obscenity Of my repeated requests for attention These pieces so crudely carved at times Were hidden, encased Take effort to free and take form I'm not a sculptur Why do I put myself on display Whilst I hide behind the scenes I hear nasty words in my head You are bad - no explanation of why You are embarrassing yourself You should do something useful Stop wasting time I fight against it as I'm in here somewhere I feel inhibited and afraid Frustrated trying to be a different entity Though I don't know if I like myself How self focussed I'm being is repulsive I don't know where my balance lies It feels I should give up but I don't If only I'd comply That's all anyone needs "Here is what you need to do, think, like, be" I don't want to read the rules before starting Should should should should should It's going to be a shame like they said Why am I so wanted but only if I comply Instead of the person I am Why want what I might be Who I am is not rejected just ignored So I place it on display To decide what is worthy A dangerous game perhaps When all I want lies currently at my feet