I understand
I hurt you
You did not deserve that
But I did not deserve this too

What, you ask?
YOU PLAGIARIZING MY POEMS
Everytime I read yours, I gasp
Those were my children, my words

STOP COPYING ME
Can you not think of something original?
True, you alter it subtly
But those bullets are obviously from my arsenal

Some might say that I should be proud
For you drew your inspiration from mine
But gods, I am those kids' dad
I fvcking have the copyright