The multitude of people draws around them,

Drawn like moths to the flames  within their stems,

The groups of inklings drift past my sullen figure,

Teleporting to the brighter caricatures,

The gaze of millions are unwilling to notice my alcove,

But pass it by to join more energetic covens,

Caught up in the need of adoration,

I set myself up for a thorough personality resignation,

Leave the safety of the library's walls behind,

Join their crew to nameless shopping malls,

Every breath mists out foggier than the last,

Every word crawls out hazier than its past,

My self mirror protrudes a different shadow within its depth,

A hazy shadow that has no drop of uniqueness left,

I try my hardest to continue in this trot,

Fixing and breaking myself according to the people's treasure of worth,

I want to feel liked by all,

That gives me a superficial loving hull,

The chains hold me captive,

Turning me to an ever adaptive,

The blaze of their eyes wreck my peace,

But the Grace of their smiles sheathe it,

Everyday, becomes harder and harder,

As I feel myself going to yonder,

The shoes they wear too big for me,

But I always put up with it, you see,

Their paper thin smiles soaks me with joy,

But behind me, I know they show great coy,

But the sense of belonging is too strong,

And blindfolds their wrong,

The toxicity reaps at my sides,

Taking all my harvest from my mines,

I turn away and act like nothing happened,

Because it would leave my popularity dampened,

I follow and trod, others call me a fake,

Superficial and sticky like icing of a  cake,

I have no layers, they echo,

Hatred and misery banging with reckon,

I armour up with sheets of iron,

And look at them with trains of crayons,

Coloring me in different auras,

That hides away from my true moral,

I am fake and shallow,

Ashes in hollows,

But I am popular,

The word bounces in the secular,

I may be no more than the follower of an original,

But I am fine if popularity can be in my  hollow shell.



I want to thank God for giving me the Grace to write this. So, how was the poem?