Dying To Look Good

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How many steps have you ceased to take,
And how many faces have you faked?
How many songs have you held inside,
So no one mocks the way you glide?

We shape our lives to fit their mold,
Trading fire for approval’s gold.
Our dances stop, our truths we hide—
Each day goes by as if we died.

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Are you dying so you’ll look good?
How much you do because you should?
The more you aim to fit their frame,
The more you’ll dim your inner flame.

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A child once danced without a care,
But now they stop, caught in a stare.
They fear they'll stumble, fall from grace,
Their joy retreats without a trace.

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She wore the veil of what was "right,"
Two kids, a ring, the picture tight.
But love, if born from "should" alone,
May build a house, yet not a home.

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Are you dying so you’ll look good?
How much you do because you should?
The more you aim to fit their frame,
The more you’ll dim your inner flame.

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We learn to shrink, to self-police,
To chase applause and not our peace.
We trade our wild for calm facade,
Then wonder why our souls feel flawed.

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But buried deep beneath this fear,
A truth persists, forever near:
You’ve always been enough to be—
Let courage dance and set you free.

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Are you dying so you’ll look good?
How much you do because you should?
The more you aim to fit their frame,
The more you’ll dim your inner flame.

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Let’s break the chains of faked delight,
Step from the shadows into light.
Not perfect, just profoundly real—
Alive in every step we feel.