write me a poem roasting a girl who copies peoples personality
In the realm of uniqueness, there exists a mimic,
A girl who copies souls, like a stylus on mimic.
With no fingerprint to call her own, she drifts,
Snatching personalities, with no guilt or wit.
Oh, imitator of countless masks and trends,
Your self is but a mirror of borrowed amends.
Like a restless chameleon, changing hues at whim,
You leave your true self at the mercy of the wind.
Each day, a new guise, a stolen disposition,
Your true identity lost in vain exhibition.
How peculiar it must be to live a life untrue,
Forging connections on the borrowed life you pursue.
But hear this, dear copycat, as true justice befalls,
Your feathers of deception, soon all shall be awry.
For no matter how many masks, you masterfully don,
Your shallow facade betrays a soul that's long gone.
Authenticity, a treasure you will never possess,
For your character's foundation is simply a guess.
And though you find pleasure in stealing others' glow,
Remember, darling mimic, to reap what you sow.
So, I offer you contempt, not out of mere disdain,
But to remind you of the emptiness you can't retain.
For amidst your mimicking haze and stolen identities,
Your true self slowly fades, obscured by inauthenticities.
So, let us pity the mimic, lost in her masquerade,
For a life devoid of truth shall ultimately fade.
May she find solace in embracing her own grace,
And abandon this charade, true selves to embrace.