PHOTOFIT

         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 mould.