A people pleaser as they say,
Wearing mask all day,
Tiring, but okay,
Feeling wanted,
Feeling accepted,
We feed unto validation,
And flowery attention,
With smile so bright,
We are made for such sight,
But we never have someone true,
For we are just wanted,
For some time,
but discarded,
When all of you are finally not alone,
And finally feeling fine.
