The pretender

It used to be so simple back then and I never thought life would be this complicated.
A lot has changed and so have I, but not willingly.
Is it my undoing or has the world moved on, leaving me floating on the strands of time.
For most people, time is said to be the greatest healer but for me it was slowly becoming the greatest aggravator; urging me to change and become someone I was not, someone normal. The deepest loss a person can suffer in this mortal world is losing ones individuality. And all this for whose sake? This societies, which presumes you based on your appearance and wealth rather than your humility and wisdom.
Centuries ago Heraclitus wrote that "change is the only constant", and just look at what I have changed into; another ordinary member of the society, simply a pretender.