The Plagiarism

You become something else when you start taking other figures very closely. You locked away your freedom of expression instead of blowing it.

Truly, you have been eliminated by the impersonation.

You invented the plagiarism to maintain a bond.

But what really happens is: you're not appreciated as who you are.

Am I hurt?

Which fraction should I combine?

Meanwhile, their eyes became a surveillance camera.

There is no sound wave frequency next to the ear.

My knee fell to the asphalt, screwed the skin layer.

I'm not grudge. Because, all humans have its own round version.

I have to be awake, to foolish the dwelling censorship.

I have to cooperative to be in my own prisoner.

Ahhhh! I'm in jail.

A prison over the dimensions of my alienation.