Copy.
A replica.
Presuming and assuming your the copy and I'm the original.
But that's wrong.
My mother always said, “You know what happens when you assume.”
Only U don't look like the ASS just ME.
This whole time I've been framed to be the copy.
Blissfully unaware that I was my own person.
But my hand was being held.
It was dragging me into a pit where I would be like you.
I never wanted to be you.
I should have never.
All the characters in the story wanted you.
I was the replacement.
I was nothing.
I was always nothing.
Deceived.
Burned.
Copy.
