You can’t please everyone,
No matter how you try,
A thousand voices whisper,
While your true self waits nearby.
Each smile you wear like armor,
Each laugh a practiced sound,
Leaves you tired and empty,
In a world where you’re not found.
That’s not living; it’s performing,
A role you’ve learned to play,
But deep within your spirit,
The real you longs to stay.
How can love find its way,
If you’re always in disguise?
If you hide behind a shadow,
How can they see your light?
The love that’s built on pretense,
Is a fragile, fleeting thing,
It crumbles under pressure,
Like a bird without its wings.
So stop faking, stop shrinking,
Let your colors boldly show,
Embrace the quirks and edges,
Let your true self overflow.
For the right ones will gather,
In the warmth of who you are,
They’ll celebrate your journey,
And love you near and far.
So shed the weight of others’ eyes,
And stand in your own grace,
For the world needs your true spirit,
In this vast and wondrous space.
Be who you are, unapologetically,
Let your heart’s song freely play,
For in the dance of authenticity,
You’ll find your truest way.