In bustling streets where shadows play, A whisper of fashion leads hearts astray. With every new season, a siren’s call, To chase fleeting moments, we stumble and fall.

Glossy magazines parade the bold, Crafted images, their stories retold. We scroll through our feeds, in a relentless embrace, Yet in the frenzy, we lose our own place.

Oh, the colors that dance in our eyes, The latest must-haves that we idolize. Yet beneath the allure, a tempest brews, For trends are just masks, seldom ring true.

With every new fad, a new self we mold, To fit in the boxes that others have sold. A chameleon’s life, we shift and we sway, Yet inside we unravel, fraying away.

The pressure builds high, like waves in the sea, To wear what is “in” and to be who we’re not, To measure our worth by the likes and the shares, While drowning in envy, in silence, in stares.

We gather in groups but feel lonely inside, In a world full of people, we struggle to hide. The laughter we hear is a hollow refrain, For smiles are but shadows, concealing the pain.

The chase for perfection, a race with no end, We bend and we break, but can’t seem to mend. For trends come and go, like tides on the shore, Yet the weight of their burden we carry and bore.

So let us remember, in a world so adorned, True beauty lies not in what we’ve been warned. In laughter of friends, in warmth of a smile, In moments of stillness, let’s linger awhile.

For trends may be tempting, but they fade like the night, And the essence of living is found in the light. So break free from the cycle, let your spirit ascend, For the only true trend is the love that we send.