Pretence Of Yourself Poem by Amy Fifita

My friend of innocence when I am weak,
But you do not give what I seek.
But when I am strong, I see your true self,
You are trying to be somebody else.
Your foolishness brings every one down,
It brings us down until we hit the ground.
Why do you continue pretending your being?
Your true self is not being seen.
Your old self is far from annoying,
But your falseness came without warning.
You are contradicting, that, every one knows,
So deceptive, you’re as pure as snow.
Who you are trying to be is what you become,
You lost yourself, but you are still someone.
Someone trapped in other people’s lives,
Someone trapped in an abundance of lies.
All your lies are not clearing,
And you being you is not nearing.
Why try to be someone new?
Why not be the good old you?