Tell me, am I good enough?

Tell me when my jokes are funny enough to make your insides cramp of joy.
Tell me when my hair is damaged enough to be appealing to you.
Tell me when the makeup begins to weigh me down.
Tell me when to chuckle and how not to snort
Tell me when I finally fit the mold you have cast for me.

Your approval was suffocating my thoughts, wrapping each finger tighter.
This paradox of a society has got me pinned
Speak your mind they say but, not to loud
Equality they say,
Be yourself, yourself is enough but don't say this or wear that.

I refuse to be yet another contradiction this world has birthed
I refuse to do anything but think for myself and my ideals
How can we pride ourselves on what good we have achieved when the bad out weighs the good?
How can we pride ourselves on our Happiness when we inflict sadness on others or simply don't spread the joy?
Have we evolved into such selfish people that we can no longer share?

When children cry themselves to sleep because of what they are not, we have failed.
When we discourage more than encourage we should wear shame for clothes.
How dare we mold the future as if its our own today.
Live in the moment they say yet, we are planning our tomorrows away

What I need to know is that if I cast my own mold can I still be enough?

Tell me that when my veins tango with the blade I am still lovely.
Tell me that when I cant seem to want to find my way out of my bed that am still ideal.
Tell me that when I refuse to eat that I am ravishing.