How dare you
stamp
your cheating
fingerprints
all over
my beautiful idea
and mask
every one
of my own?
How dare you
showcase it
to the world,
Oh, the world
that might have loved me,
as something
you possess yourself
when you,
ugh, you,
you
barely even
see
all its
possibilities?
How dare you
do this
knowing
of every minute,
every day,
every spark of passion
I've filled
my beautiful hope
with?
How dare you
not
understand
all my sacrifices,
everything I gave,
everything I took,
to make this dream
something
stronger?
How dare you
and your fleeting conscience
accept praise
that was to be
my reward,
and mine alone,
my pot of gold
at the
end
of this jagged
rainbow?
And,
at the end,
how am I
the one
who lost
something
I swore
was to be
forever
mine?
This poem is about plagiarism, which I believe is one of the worst things humans do to each other. Please don't ever steal creativity or let someone take yours from you. Ideas are endless, and always will be.
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