It's been so long
But I still don't get
Why you had to call me
Fake

Being fake
Is not being true,
Not genuine,
An imitation,
A counterfeit.

Am I really one of those?
I don't think so.

I'm original.
I breathe
I eat
I sleep
I'm human too.

I hold my own name
Hold my own thoughts
I live my own life
How is that not true?

You'll win
If you find someone else
Exactly like me
With
The same name
The same face
And the same actions.

Before all that
I'll tell you first
You do judge people
Like you judged me.

You've got no right to call me
Fake

I'm human
And so are you
If I'm fake
Then you are too.