Imitation

IMITATION is the sincerest form of IRRITATION
I excavate an inspiration
From a terrain You can’t sustain
I survive and strive through inconsiderate forests
Pedal down muddy roads
Walk through icy shallow streams
A Barefoot Goddess
Without any make up on

I assemble Pieces along my way
forming a systematic collage of my voyage
that becomes a tattoo on an eye lid

Then I expose it
Send it out like a child
Raised an individual, Bold
But still elegantly unscathed

Then You come along
And violate my insight
defile my child
With Your own unvisited views
turning my voyage
Into Your latest venture
Now
With a spin of Your Nothingness
I’ve been robbed

Your Replica is my Rash
Itchy and distracting
Finance Your own voyage
Because what You’ve seen
Though MY EYES
ISN’T the vision I was looking for
The presence of your nostrils
make a Lilly of the Valley
smell like the corpse of a Maggot

Your version of me
looks like the crayon masterpiece
of an infant
put your implements down
and look in the mirror
I am not there
You are
How dissapointing for you....

Take in what I believe in
But don’t consume the poison that is ME
Don’t pollute my current
I will simply mutate
Your primitive abilities won’t evolve
You are left behind
sifting through Thursdays trash

You should have known
Imitation is the sincerest form of Irritation
A game for the empty barrels souls
With hands only strong enough to grab

What someone else already created…