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,
Fake me better
And I’ll do it all for you
For: Huxley Densen, Sigrid Mathisen, Alistair Cadger
CopyCat finding CopyRat.
Ms Alexa finding Mr Siri
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.
Mimic all that I do,
it's not good for you.
Do not be a fool.
You can fool
So many people.
But not me;
I will not drool
All over you.
Giveback my life.
No, I do not care if copying me is how you survive.
No, I hate you a lot... so goodbye.
I shouldn't call you so:
You're a *****, and I hope that you know.
I appoint you head ***** from now on.
It's about time that you've gone.
Ahaha this is a phat mood
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
Cautiously, we're tied together, but that doesn't mean I'll be scared forever. With blotted thoughts you smeared my logic, blurred my memories and mixed them toxic. And honestly, I'm dying out, you smothered me with my own doubt. And as I drown, remember me, for all the things I couldn't be. Copycat, I'm losing here, and all you've done is uncover fear, you made me evil; illogical, and now I know you don't care at all. Do you make the desperate cries, logical to my demise? Involuntary refracts this soul, can you place back what you stole
All feedback is welcome and appreciated!!
No matter what I say you are bound to repeat it
taking away the only thing I have left,
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.