Shame

This is terrifically raw and honest poetic prose. I am wondering, how would it look in poetic form?  May I take the liberty?

Yes of course, I'm still very much learning and any direction would be greatly appreciated.

Putting it into poetic form helps the reader to follow along easier when you read. Of course, that's just an opinion - someone else might think differently - but for me it helped.

Shame

Questioning all my social interactions,
then drinking too much,
have i been a bit embarrassing?

Staring at lines blooming on my face,
and hating on them out
as if they throw me shade,
even though it's just my age,
I've always felt this way,
since I was very little
deep rooted was my shame.

Though I think I weren't to blame,
it's so easy in this day,
to feel so unexceptional
when stunning is standard game.

Love Island and lies
have made me normalise
that it's apparently important
for a gap between my thighs,
that there is a "standard" size
and if I don't comply,
it seems I'm overconfident,
its unattractive to some guys.

Do i care? I'd love to say I don't
but I do, a body's a vessel for your soul
that people will see through,
still i stand half drunk,
awkwardly hoping he heard my name,
feeling the last of dignity
then merging into shame.

This is wonderful. It hit me very personally and very hard. Thank you for your art.

I felt every word and heard. very nice poem

I hear you. Shame has been a stone around my neck it seems my entire life. You have laudable courage to give of yourself from such depth. Love the alacrity of your syllabic harmonies, such smooth flow, it's mellifluous to the ears to hear and eyes to read.