Yes I Plagiarized
God why is it so hard to write a poem
Is it because I have nothing to say
Or is it because I have too much that my mind can’t choose one topic
I was too lazy so I copied a poem from an old notebook of mine
I guess I was in this same position as I was before because I had copied it again
Unknowing of my past actions I copied that poem and changed it up
Without knowing, I had copied it from someone else originally
Yes I plagiarized
The very definition of that word makes me feel like a fake
I am nothing more than a lazy cheater of life
This is the way I have always been
I would submit the same essays to different teachers
Turn in the same work over and over again to avoid it
I would even go as far as to take the same science fair project
Yes the one from elementary and use it again in both middle school and high school
Yes I plagiarized
I’ve been copying my own work throughout school
And the original work you may ask?
That was copied from someone else years ago
I had been using the plagiarized work so much, I believed it was my own
If you may be wondering, I am not really talking about the poem anymore
I am talking about myself
How can I be creative and original when my whole life is a lie
Yes I plagiarized
I plagiarised so much when I was young I forgot I was lying
Lying about the things I wrote
Lying about the things I said
Lying about the people I called “friends”
Lying about the things I’ve done
Lying to my friends and family about everything and anything
I was lying about every little thing so I could fit in
Yes I plagiarized
I’ve gotten to that point were if I could have plagiarized my birth certificate
I would have
If I could have plagiarized the way I looked
I would have
If I could have plagiarized the very essence of my being
I would have
But those kind of things could not be plagiarized.. But yes
Yes I plagiarized
I’m not quite sure when this had all started
I’m not even quite sure if it will ever end
I don’t know who I am anymore because of all the lies
All of the plagiarized lies cloud my thoughts and mind
I can no longer think straight as a person
If there was one thing I should have plagiarized
It should have been how to be my original self.
Yes I plagiarized
Who knows
Maybe the words that are slipping through my mouth are not my own
What if this poem gets flagged down as a fraud
Am I even deserving of a diploma at the end of the year?
I didn't learn much throughout my 12 years of school
I remember messing around and getting in trouble
But in the end of the day I have to tell myself that
Yes I plagiarized
Sometimes I wonder if my heartbeats are not my own
If every breath I take is not mine
Every inhale was pure and untouched
Every exhale was somebody else’s breath
Nothing on my body is pure
It’s all somebody else's
I had to plagiarize myself into somebody else
Yes I plagiarized
Copyright © Elyse Molina | Year Posted 2016
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