Never has she been truly happy,
May be because she has been fed,
A poison of high expectation,
In all she did, her true self hid.
They never saw her good, it seemed,
Expecting more, as if in a dream,
Money, fame, a relentless stream,
Her happiness, a fleeting gleam.
That was her waning from a
Full-fledged free and joyful girl,
To a pathetic people pleaser,
Where she began faking herself.
Never could she be her real self
In front of even her close ones
As she was afraid of losing'em
What if she couldn't please'em
As time went on, she grew weary
Of every phoney acts, she'd do
Standing before her toxic kith
Putting on those sheepish grins
Afraid of conflicts and alienation,
Bound by others in a constricted bond,
Afraid of disappointing and rejection
Neglecting self-care, a harmful direction.
Finally, exhausted, she said NO
Couldn't be someone else anymore
As she was entirely done with it
"No more people pleasing", she'd bestow.
Picking up the bits of herself
One by one, like a jigsaw puzzle
Putting herself back, she had won
Just to make things fall in place
With grace and might, she said her part
Her worth affirmed, a brand new start
Breaking free from the people-pleasing art
Embracing her truth, an opus of heart.