As you grow older in life,
a version of you shall arise.
Custom made for the world,
as lines of hypocrisy blurs.
The silent shall incessantly talk,
the unstoppable shall now stop.
Molded to be not what you are,
Different, yet with results above par.
But then one day so shall come,
questions from a close someone,
Why aren’t you like this with me?
Why these versions strangers get to see?
How to explain? You shall think.
What you see, is me not faking.
But realise what’s more bitter and true
Is even those close, want the Fake You.
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