Do you fit the photofit
That you are meant to be
Are you real or do you feel
That photograph ain’t me
Is it time to realise
That you are just a sham
To please the ones surrounding you
You’ve laid down like a lamb.
The inner you is bubbling up
Unable to be stilled
Breaking through the false veneer
Refusing to be killed
One day soon it will erupt
And blow your mask apart
Who’ll be there to mop it up
The mess that was your heart.
The road of life is very tough
And crevices appear
You trip and fall so many times
But child, there is no fear
For I allow these these darker times
Refining you like gold
You’ll come out stronger than you were
Be patient, as I mold.
