Stitches of Approval

Stitch, sew, suture.
How meticulous I am in my work.
My new skin attached,
The quintessential "wolf in sheep's clothing."

My identity claimed,
As well as the acceptance of my viewers.

They turn their face upon me in adoration,
And beg me to perform for them.
I raise my arms and dance to the beat of their praise,
My value and self-worth attained.

Stitches rip and skin cracks,
My falsehood revealed.

An identity short-lived as it sloughs from my body,
My audience disperses and I'm left standing.
The limelight fades,
And I am yet again cast aside.

My price diminished,
Who will have me now?