I walk the streets, the colors loud,

But every glance avoids the crowd.

A smile can cut like a knife —

Is it normal, or just a rite?

You greet me, playing out your part,

Rehearsed expressions, empty heart.

You give yourself to feel embraced —

But what’s the cost of being replaced?

Fit in too well — you fade in the breeze.

Stand on your own — you're no one to please.

Too much charm or nothing to say —

Either way, they push you away.

A stranger passes, eyes turned gray,

Not a word, just walks away.

Footsteps echo, voices blur —

No one invites, no one's sure.

If you bend just to be adored,

You lose the roots you once explored.

No mark you leave, no voice you lend, Just empty echoes from mouths of friends.

Fit in too well — you fade in the breeze.

Stand on your own — you're no one to please.

Too much charm or nothing to say —

Either way, they push you away.

I spoke the truth — it might offend.

It shows the part they won't defend.

A glimpse of light, a path unseen —

But it’s enough to wipe you clean.

So tell me now: what will you choose?

To play along… or risk to lose?

Each face that time may pass your way —

The price of “yes”… is to obey.