Unoriginal

Your so obviously written,
Bleach blonde hair,
Contact blue eyes,
The pink attire,
So unoriginal.

You run to your mommy,
Needs another manicure,
Wants a fresh tan,
Your the schools number one cheerleader,
And yet so unoriginal.

You run to daddy,
You need a car,
Wants some money,
Daddy's little girl,
Still unoriginal,

And yet with all the appraisal,
Your dead inside,
You just want to be number one,
Your fake,
and unoriginal...