Paint Me Flawless

1.

I conceal all my pain and hurt in guise,

I disguise.

I'm a fake,

A phony,

An imposter,

Clueless with no clues.

Hints and batteries are not included.

When I answer "I'm fine,"

It's simply just a line.

A lie I hope,

I so want to be true.

But what is fine?

Please define.

I'm a glimpse of an adaptation,

The refusal of evolution,

The modern recreation,

But my recreating is just an exploitation.

I'm just like you.

Me,

Myself,

And I.