[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Complacency Above All

By nature, humans are stoical, fragile, hardly sanguine
They crack in the hotplate, burst at the seems
Complacency is not accepted but still exercised
Above all, it is your insecurities centralised
Looks wound deep and words wound deeper
People fluster and stress about finding their keeper
It is hard to change, change from your nature
But would we be better, immune to our haters?
Do you present yourself in genuflexion?
Willingly, to fate's election?
Or can you change, and become different?
Your ingrained nature, are you okay with it?