Ive copied them all to get a sense of self
Not a drop of myself toasting daily health
faceless baseless merry I tell you what i've heard
my gestures are well rehearsed though thoroughly absurd
they've been learnt for survival
The real fell during subsidence
like cliff rock into the sea
bread into the stew mouths of glee
Turn to the mirror briefly
just to get an ounce of relief
I don't recognise anything
A method actor lip synking
so deep into the new role
the old me vanished as a whole
got washed out like a stain through the steam
no matter how unique I really seemed
I think to myself huddled in demand
what a beautiful shell