Poser

Frustration from observation of certain "individuals" who surround me

It all starts with a look

With your eyes gleaming

Upon all the beautiful people

On the screen

The girls with their beauty

The boys with their charm

No need to worry

They cause you no harm

So you continue to stare

And watch their every move

Observe the clothes they wear

Fit in to their groove

First, it seems like a phase

But then it escalates

Until you continue to make yourself

More and more of a fake

You try to hard

To be them

But in the process

You deny yourself

You believe in this mentality

That if you wear their clothes,

their hair,

their expressions,

or even their language,

that in time, you will be just like them.

But you never will.

It's not in your nature

It's not in your blood

You will never be them

At least not naturally

Yet you keep trying and trying

To a point where it's pitiful

To even watch.

And you continue to believe

Their world is full of amazement and wonder

But you fail to realize

What can really lie behind

And through all this time

I've never seen someone become

So fake

Such a poser

Until the media rotted away

What was left of your originality.

Author's Note

This is mostly a rant but feel free to give feedback.