Every poem I've ever written | ecstasyaltruis69

Pressure to Fit In

Pressure to Fit In

I see them all, so perfectly aligned,
And here I am, trying to find,
A way to fit, to blend right in,
But it's like I'm wearing someone else's skin.

They talk and dress a certain way,
And I try to mimic day by day.
But no matter how hard I try,
It feels like I'm living a lie.

I want to be me, just as I am,
But the pressure's there, 
To be like them, to match their style,
But it leaves me empty after a while.

I'm scared of losing who I am,
Of getting lost in this twisted scam.
I wish I could just break free,
And let the real me finally be.