Walking paths not meant for me
weight of hopes, too much to be
voices shape my choices, so clear
lost in the echoes, I disappear
Yearning for dreams, I can’t attain
living for others' approval, in vain
in a world of their designs, I roam
my true self buried, far from home
In the end, the cost is high
lost my essence, don’t ask why
a soul that’s fractured, spirit worn
living with others' expectations, torn
