Identity Crisis

We often make things to fit ourselves,
Like a plastered corset to contour the body.
Whatever we choose,
After it’s all said and done,
Remember that it has its own identity.
It stands alone as art by itself,
As do you.

When we admire,
worship,
and cherish external items,
It shows in our spirit,
When the light hits
It shows on our flesh,
Even when we take it off,
Because our actions are as though we can’t live without it.