Why do some just follow?
Altering their outer shell
To become another being
A muted copy
Of another that they praise
Do they hate their soul?
Disgusted by what they are
Wasting strength
To transform into a butterfly
When they were born a tadpole
At what point do they stop?
Settling into a comfortable skin
Putting an end
To the constant flaying
That leaves them a patchwork poser
(April Poetry Month Entry for Ranting Papizilla’s event.)
Legends of Windemere 
Great write my friend…. 🙂
love the line:
“Wasting strength
To transform into a butterfly
When they were born a tadpole”
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Thanks, Roxi. Sad thing is that I know a few people like this and it’s so hard to interact with them.
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Excellent poem, so many people are posers because they don’t like who they are. It is so sad.
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I wonder if it’s that they don’t like who they are or they are blind to who they are. I know some people who admire various celebrities and want to be like then at the cost of their own talents. Such as a talented painter who is focused more on acting, which they’re bad at.
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I don’t know if this makes sense, but this poem has a very “gray feeling” that works so well with the bleakness of the subject. It’s not boring at all. It feels real. And the truth it expresses is universal, which is difficult to do. Great!
–JW
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Thanks. I can see how the ‘grey feeling’ shows up.
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