I used to be me.
Now I am them.
A copy.
I can't be myself around anyone anymore.
I have to put on a smile when I'm dying on the inside.
I have to plaster on a frown when I'm giddy on the inside.
And in all the faking,
I've lost myself.
Now I don't even think.
I simply do what they do.
Step where they step,
Eat what they eat,
Wear what they wear.
Even if I want to do the opposite.
I guess you could call it a defense tactic,
losing yourself to simply fit in.
