Original Thought

You don’t have an original thought, do you?

You keep spreading the same words around.

The same fucking style.

You know, you told me that too.

The lies that you’re spilling inside heads with a sick smile,

You hide,

Behind your eyes.

You speak to them as you spoke to me and many others before.

I guess you left your original thoughts

Somewhere outside the door,

Of each person that you meet.

We can’t all mean the same thing to you,

Each one of us was a treat.

I don’t know who you are anymore

But you without originality.

S.g

/a poem I wrote in 2017/