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My inspiration for this poem is - of course - people who copy cat. I was thinking about a time when I was eight and there was this really nice girl, but she used to copy me; my style, the way I talked, everything. It was fustrating and annoying, so I basically wrote...

Submitted:Apr 22, 2011    Reads: 47    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   

Copy Cat

Ghost lurks in the night,
what is her name?
Why does she look like me?
Why does she stare at me?
Why does she smile at me?
Why does she dress like me?
Her features are real,
just like mine.
Each move I make,
she makes.
Creep. Leave me alone.
People think she's me,
but I yell no!
I am me.
Kill this girl, now.
I hate her,
she stole my life.
Move away, get away.
She stole my life.
I was the original me,
she is the new me.
Punch the air,
at her face.
What is this blood?
She disappeared,
I disappeared.


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