Mimic
Alice Wiggans
I was a pretty healthy kid
So what's wrong with me?
My parents never locked me in
My biology?
I had a happy group of friends
And I feel so empty
I know I've never felt true pain
I need a strategy
It's a mimic, there's something in it
You might not know it
But I've been it
When you see me
You wanna get it
But my treasures
None of your business
Hide in the dark
You want our prize
We creep and crawl
And try to hide
We hoard our gifts
We aren't kind
Open me up and look inside