The Part Time Rebel Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Tonight again I change.
Donning the mask of sophistication
I stroll those same filthy streets
Now clothed in pseudo-cleanliness.
I gaze with different eyes
on the faces
in kaleidoscopic numbers.
Their expressions flatter my ego.
Is this the multitude
That scornfully mocked me
with their stares
When my clothes
scorned their conformities?
Tonight we are one
I, and those nameless masses.
Tomorrow, I'll rebel again.