There are many disguises to put on, I do declare.
There are shoes to fill and pressed suits to wear.
When measuring up, fitting in it is imperative…
Because acceptance is completely comparative.
The funny thing is that though the disguise is bogus.
Phony faces in time will take over and replace us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how easy it is to become something we once were not......just by changing the clothes....scenery.....or the worse....live out lies for so long they start feeling true........But I no I'm always going to get something real when I read your work...thanks for sharing: O)