I

Wash my face,
See the true me,
My bogus outer fashion,
Hides my inner perversion,

No matter how attractive I appear,
That me is not real,
It is just my fear,
Acting like everything is clear,

To impress others,
I conspire,
The actual me,
Shall soon disappear,

I copy from others,
Then act like its inventor,
My uniqueness lies in blending with others,
All alone, company for fear.