Losing Face

I copied him for his voice,
I copied her for her style,
Hold on! Here comes someone else!
I'll copy them a while.

That man has a pleasant amble,
An eccentric sort of gate,
A touch of the Continental-
Such an intriguing trait!

Mannerisms and quirks:
They're my little hobby.
I'll copy just about anyone,
Whether fun or snobby.

My own smile wasn't good enough,
Now it's gone without a trace.
I seemed to be more popular,
Yet somehow I was losing face...

Then I got tired of just being
A human copy machine,
And started being me again,
Though the concept seemed obscene.

I found out "me" was not
My favorite face to display.
But for some reason the ones I love
Like it best this way.

So my advice is to be careful,
When with the Jones you're keeping pace.
Take a look in the mirror,
You might just be losing face.