I don't want to be you

A carbon copy of

An imperfect idol.

My face

The slant of my back

My "hello" when I answer the phone

My conversation

My love life

All I know

All a carbon copy of your life.

But

My voice is mine

My songs fill souls.

They build a rock

To hold onto in the river.

"You look so much like your mother."

"I thought it was Caiti when you answered."

I don't want to be

A carbon copy of

An imperfect idol.