Young Justice: The Mimic

I wear your voice, I steal your face,
A hollow ghost, I leave no trace.
Your laughter spills from lips not mine,
Yet in my heart, there grows no spine.

I walk in steps not made for me,
A shadow lost, a mockery.
Your words, your sighs, your whispered fears,
I echo back through stolen years.

No name to claim, no past to keep,
Just borrowed masks that whisper, weep.
A puppet strung with others' threads,
Yet emptiness inside me spreads.

They see, they hear, but never know,
The soul inside will never grow.
For I am nothing, just a lie,
A mimic cursed to live, not die.