The world, as of today, can be a cruel place,
Where you don’t dare step out of line,
Out of fear of being shunned and replaced,
Shoved in the dirt, covered in grime.
As for me, I prefer to blend in.
A simple wallflower - of sorts.
Not intending to go “above and beyond”,
Yet never “coming up short”.
There is still a small part of me,
Believing the world isn’t so bad,
And that I can still be the original me,
Instead of this poser that I am.
But, for now, the world will be flamboyant and bold,
While I will become “last season” and old,
But happy, living beneath my shroud,
Forever faceless in the crowd.
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