Copy Machine

August 5, 2009
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I have this friend
Who is not really my friend
We enjoy each other
And laugh with one another
We joke and have fun....
We do a lot together:

I write, she writes
I draw, she draws
I paint, she paints
I laugh, she laughs

Now I'm not complaining
I'm merely stating facts
This poem is my life
Of an endless idea:

I play an instrument, she plays an instrument
I play a sport, she plays the same sport
I go for a jog, she goes for a run
I like a boy, she dates that boy

It's a girl on girl war
With dozens of miniscule battles
Only I'm the commander
And she's the soldier:

I write a story, she writes a story
I loose weight, she looses weight
I know two languages, she learns one

What a stressful job she has
I almost feel sorry
Then I remember that
I can't get away from her oozing eyes

She's jealous, insecure, or trying to outshine me
I'm in my own room
And she comes to find me
She's my shadow
Only coming out when I'm shinning
I can't rid of her
She's always right behind me

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Zero_K This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 21, 2009 at 6:11 pm
I love this. I was wondering about the title, but it makes sense. I would be uber annoyed if a person started copying me like that.
dreamer_believer said...
Aug. 14, 2009 at 6:40 pm
wow! as i read this i see myself in the exact situation, but you did a better job explaining it then i ever could have. a lot of people have this problem and i like how you pointed it out and turned it into a GREAT piece of art :) well done. this one deserves 4 stars :) check out some of my work if you get a chance, i would love your opinion. keep writing!!
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