Losing our own Luster,
While we attempt to Outshine others.
Such a Shame!
Always trying to fit into a Frame.
Backs almost Broken,
Under the weight of all the Expectations.
Still, all we want is a Token-
Of Acceptance and Validation.
Trapped in the Throes,
Of these sublime Pleasures,
As our Egos blind us,
All the Fleeting Moments,
Pass us by- in blink of the Eye.
Leaving a trail of Regret behind.