Monster

-Think of this as a letter.-

The arrogance is your voice seems to appear as you blankly speak of one's tragic past.
One that you have stolen to make yourself seem more interesting.
You tell the tales of your broken home, the inducing pain left by the monsters who show you no acknowledgment.

The medication you have been prescribed is not needed.
Your time of overdose came for you; Ecstasy and alcohol abuse trailing you away from the lies you have told.
Going to a center where you do not belong.

And for what? Recognition. Of everything that you call your story.
All you ever wanted was to be known. Stealing one's past and leaving their books with empty pages as you inscribe their words as yours,
In-famousness has been stamped across your forehead as a bar-code permanently attached.

As the days go on you keep it up, the lie which you have inflicted on a thousand people.
Impressed, you may think these people are. But in reality, their eyes are full with disgust and disbelief.
Shiny plastic lines your body, which people tap on and see no truth.

And when the day comes when you suffocate from your own shell of lies,
No one will Be there to melt the plastic.
They might just be watching with popcorn to throw at you.
Each piece containing a horrible truth which they will soon find out.

As for the rest, they'll be laughing As you grow weaker from the lack of oxygen.
The mess you created; at least you're getting noticed.