FORGED IDENTITY
The world is a child growing up
Demands much, asks for too much.
It could be a fragment of one's character
Or a pinch of value, yet a burden thereafter.
As a distributor, meeting the demand
One may be tempted to forge identity:
Tainted nails, a pair of dark glasses
Extended brows, ugly looking eyelashes.
You can wear a mask to play a part
But the play may never start.
Like changing girls for satisfaction
No one will know your true attraction.
Life is a dark humor play—
Believe it or not, you’re just a stray.
You can act well but can’t fake a role
Or change what the script hold.
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