Victim of identity theft
that's what i seem to be
who would have thought I'd be left
No one to look up to besides me
I hate your unoriginality
fraud screaming personality
show me who you are
nothing, alone you are, nothing
show me who you are, not
I can't believe this envy
stealing all my words
you lack individuality
I hate the way you flirt
Like to think there's someone
underneath the masks
but I realize there is no one
I learn to face the facts
I hate your unoriginality
fraud screaming personality
show me who you are
gone, alone with nothing, gone
I know who you are
nothing
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Great power in your pen Faith, this poem almost spits down the page at the reader, excellent pace and describing painstakingly the effect of Identity Theft, a modern day desease. If I was rating I would give you 10 from Tai