I Am Not As Naive As I Seem

I remember the days when I wanted to stand out.
When not only did I want to fit in and not be ridiculed, but to be admired.
Years passed and everything turned around.
Did I do what I do because I love it or to impress others?
What if I said no?
What if I stopped being moldable clay in the hands of others?
I saw the result and my rose-colored glasses broke into pieces.
I started to think about those who never stand out.
Who are never noticed, never celebrated.
What drives them to live?
What was I looking for anyways?
For people to approve of me because I was insecure behind closed doors?
We spend our lives seeking to impress others and we never get to know ourselves.