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As a copy, I find it difficult
To the chase such expectations
Every action is closely dictated
To mimic the original's intentions

Limiting precision and accuracy
Leaves no freedom of expression
I am only an embodiment
Of some product imitation

Every movement I call my own
Only causes more frustration
Because it strays from what is known
Like a phrase lost in translation

What if I was the original?
No longer seen as a mutation
To be the focus and not forgotten
To be the object of admiration

But I am merely just a shadow
A silhouette born into submission
Lost in darkness, behind the light
Cursed with a muted motivation
For: Alistair Cadger
Find a new wardrobe

Hide my old face

Take time out of my schedule

To find my new place

Maybe I’m still full of life

Full of hope and out of time

I’ll make me,

Take me,

Fake me better

And I’ll do it all for you
For: Huxley Densen, Sigrid Mathisen, Alistair Cadger
CopyCat finding CopyRat.

©Feelings Coated
Ms Alexa finding Mr Siri
©Feelings Coated
Xaela San Feb 2019
In the quitest corner of her bedroom
A woman stares back at the mirror
Wearing the latest dark lipstick on trend
With her near perfection sharp arced eyebrows
And her three inched high heels,

She stood there amazed yet unsatisfied
Not only on her outer being but also for her soul,
Even with all the planned efforts she made;
Regardless the sleepless nights of pure thinking;
Imagining possible outcomes for her definition of beauty

Unsatisfied she started to flip from pages to pages
Of magazines of models and celebrities in their best glamour
She imagined herself in those shoes and glamorous dresses
Gradually she added jewelry unto her bare skin
And painted her pale face with pink blush and mascara

She became a silent imitator, a copycat in other people's dictionary;
An imitation derived from the motivation for beauty
She saw upon the perfect photograph of a photoshopped model on the front page;
She have become so focus to others à la mode fashion
She failed to remember her own creative manners of beauty

This goes on and on and on, it felt like forever;
Then the once creative young lady became just like everyone else
Up to date with the latest beauty trends;
Just like everyone, it inevitably sugar coats her insecurities aside
And progressively concealing her own uniqueness.
Copycat, copycat.
Mimic all that I do,
Even though
you know
it's not good for you.

Copycat, copycat.
Do not be a fool.
You can fool
So many people.
But not me;
I will not drool
All over you.

Copycat, copycat.
Giveback my life.
No, I do not care if copying me is how you survive.
No, I hate you a lot... so goodbye.

Copycat, copycat.
I shouldn't call you so:
You're a *****, and I hope that you know.
I appoint you head ***** from now on.
Bam! Scram!
It's about time that you've gone.
Ahaha this is a phat mood
lucine Dec 2018
you took my words
when you wrote my poetry
but with prettier words
and painted my art
with more vibrant colours.

you took my friends
because they were sick
of the vulnerable me
and they found your fake smile
was much better than truth.

you took my trust
the night i had to cry alone
because although you heard
my voice break when i called
you still chose to yell over me.

just how much more
do you need to steal
from an already broken girl?
are you scared that if i am whole,
my stars will shine brighter than yours?
We grab our blades,
and go to war.
You cut me up,
and I cut you more.
I beat your arms,
while you flood my head.
**** out your words,
and I drown instead.
Yet you've no bruises,
mine are as dim as night.
They say it's just darkness,
but they can't see your eyes.
You mutate reality,
and I only help.
"Can I get better?"
I say; and, farewell--
It's like my demon and I fighting, you know?
Idk, I'm weird.
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
Elizabeth Zenk Jun 2018
No matter what I say you are bound to repeat it
only louder
taking away the only thing I have left,
my words.
I begin to wonder
What will you say when nobody else talks?
Will they still think you're funny?
Will they still think you're cool?
What will they think when they find out all your words were mine?
I hope one of us falls down a flight of stairs.
Preferably me.
Amber Crystal Jun 2018
Why are you copying me?
Doing everything I do.
I've seen the way you act,
And this will be nothing new.

Why are you copying me?
Doing everything I do.
What about my opinions and thoughts
Are you after those too?

Why are you copying me?
Doing everything I do.
I don't think you realize,
The hell I've gone through?

Why are you copying me?
Doing everything I do.
Even if you try as hard as you may,
What you portray will not be true.

Why are you copying me?
Doing everything I do.
I'm hurting and broken inside,
but I cannot pass that on to you.
I wrote this many years ago while at school. Someone was ruining everything by pretending to be me. Instead of intervening, I did this to get out the feeling of frustration. All is okay now and I couldn't be happier.
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