I Am Machine.

                I am a copycat.

                I imitate my surroundings in the hope of finding myself.

                I desire other’s insanities, so I can then build one of my own.

                I have no clue if I am original at all.

                I wonder how many ideas I have mimicked.

                I believe I’ve been this since the beginning.

                I can only love if the feeling is existent.

                I can only walk to someone that is already there.

                I gasp to be one.

                I define my life as a compilation of others.

                I am nothing more but a copycat.