I don't need your approval to be me.

When I am already being myself.

But sometimes it seems like your ego

needs my compassion's validation.

I am not broken.

It's your heart which is too twisted to

see it bleeding.

You need me.

Even your ire looks for my calm consent.

You are just too pompous to ask for my help.

Yet you need my approvals.

The Untold Approvals.