It's a little shabby... Could need some work, but I don't know what to do, so review! PLEASE!? Enjoy!
You stole what I'd said,
To make it your own,
You stole what I'd read,
Can you leave me alone?
Why do you do this?
How unoriginal,
How unoriginal.
I try to be me,
But you steal that, too,
I can't be free.
If I let something slip,
You steal it right out from my lips,
I have to hide myself from you,
I have to lie about myself too.
At first you were my friend,
Then you became a distorted me,
Then liking you came to an end.
I started to hate you,
As the more you stole from me grew larger,
Meeting you, oh how I rue.
I wish I could get to know who you really are,
But I never know if it's just you faking it,
Then the remnants of yourself left in a tiny jar,
Those original remnants I don't like a bit.
You pretend that you like,
All the music, clothes, books, and movies that I told you I love,
Am I a fish and is this a fyke?
This is when push comes to shove.
I've hinted by ignoring you
And not waving to you at school
But everything little thing I do
You still think is super cool
I'm a misfit, don't you see?
A nerd, a freak, at being weird, I'm a fiend,
And any of your originality,
Is so unoriginal, so trendy, and sometimes even mean
You've stolen what I'm for, where I'm from
And I'm surprised you haven't stolen my name yet,
Maybe that's next to come.
You've stolen what I'm for, where I'm from
And I'm surprised you haven't killed me, and taken my place in life,
Maybe that's next to come.
Meeting you, Oh how I rue,
Why do you have to steal my originality?
I wish I never met you,
I'm just trying to be me!
You make my originality
So unoriginal
I feel like being me
Is abominable
You're like a virus,
Like a parasite,
Always one to harrass,
Can you see this isn't right?
You're making me very somber
Stealing anything you can find
You robber
You've stolen who I am
And I can't get my life back
copyright maegardens September 3, 2010
