Artificial

We despise our given features so we erase,
By slathering makeup in its place.
We hate our parent-picked clothes, can't you tell?
So we choose new outfits that fit trends well.

Our teachers talk about our methods with doubt,
So we're forced to turn our thinking style inside out.
Our opinions are considered out of the norm,
And so our very ideas are forced to reform.

We get laughed at for being "weird,"
Thus forcing our strangeness to have disappeared,
An invaluable friend is insulted and shunned, too,
So we end the lifelong friendship and start anew.

We falsify our personalities, masking who we are,
But sometimes, our faking goes too far,
And we become slaves to society,
Our looks, thoughts, and friends have no variety.

We become a fake human, a toy, a clone,
Our real selves have become unknown.
Just to fit in with what's mainstream,
Our colorful nature darkens into a boring gray theme.

When we realize this life is something we abhor,
And want to return to our real selves once more,
There's a problem - we can't retreat!
Our artificial selves have become concrete.

Therefore, don't change for others and heed this lesson well,
Unless a land of fake personality is where you wish to dwell.
Once you become an imitation, your fake self must stay,
And your real self will be lost to you, forever astray.