That I had wrote before,
Still, somehow, though the words are different,
They'll have the same core,
For you can only express what you are,
Even when you pretend,
To express the thoughts of somebody else,
How you do it is just you, in the end,
The more removed you are from you's a lie,
Makes what you say less real,
That's why honesty's what separates greats,
From those with less appeal.
No matter what,
For that we all must strive,
So, forget all I've said before this day,
If what was written did not seem alive.