day ninety-nine: synthetic personality.

you,

like cling wrap,

you're clear:

when held up to a light

it shines right through you

when put in the dark it

engulfs you

when held to the sky

you're blue,

or whatever shade the sky is that day

and when held above blood

you're red,

it must really stink to be you

all see through

and fake

and not your own.

you cling

and stick because you're so synthetic

that you need someone

to prove your worth

someone to use

abuse

recycle

and reuse you

a never ending cycle

of self-fulfillment

is that what you wanted to be

when you grew up?

because it's what you're becoming,

i just hope you see

that we aren't ignorant

to the synthetic soul of yours

you can only fake it for so long

before the real you shines through

or, in your case, is seen through

and it's sad, because i like the you i knew

too bad you were pretending

you were just being

who you were with

and now, the sickest part is

i miss you

with your synthetic, cling wrap soul.