Veritable

I haven't been myself in a while, who is the least like me,

Getting ahead being me turned out to be the least likely,

I've tried being you, but you keep changing as well,

Even when I strive to be like the downtrodden I fail,

I bought the jeans, grew out my hair, and stood next to you,

A copy of you, while you were like the guy trying to be true,

But me and him were nothing alike, so I tried to recreate who I was,

But recreations are fabricated clonings of everything everyone else does,

I haven't been myself in a while, I've forgotten who I was,

But I know who I am, a traveler, sojourning your fashionable apple,

With its rotting core, decaying body, and it's skin becoming so dapple,

That is who I am, that is who you are, we are the world,

Painting ourselves down the to core, until our true selves unfurl,

It's the ugliest picture, but it's who we are,

I haven't been myself in a while, who is the most like me,

We may never get ahead, but we'll forever be,

Veritable