Poseur

You dress nothing like yourself.
Only like people you want to be.
Your taste in music is not the same.
You're doing it for the middle-school fame.

You are a poseur, a wannabe.
Don't belive it? You're blind, can't you see?
You're not like them.
You never will be.

Your attitude is preppy.
Your clothes are aswell.
Your taste in music is horrible.
But your poseur-ism continues to swell.

Stop lying to yourself.
Stop lying to others.
You're not like they are.
Stick with your preppy sisters and brothers.

[I found this poem when I was going through school supples. Yes, no more school!! Anyway, it must be from January... And it isn't one of my best.]