Edit Me? Edit You

Edit me? Edit you
with your incorrigible grammar
your misspelled lullabies
your untrue truths
as you make yourself look pretty
I've already seen who may be the real you
corrected and helped you
you and I don't need to discuss anything
creativity can be stolen or mimicked any day
creators are born
I will always sit back and watch you
warn my family
but I refuse to engage with you
sooner or later
it won’t matter to anyone what you do
that's how karma works

Perhaps you're a clever bot
the new-fangled kind
with perfect poems and stories
and author's notes that don't match and many won't catch
just disguised as human, who knows?
it happens everyday these days
new ways deceivers deceive
you ask seemingly innocent questions here and there
send a lot of thoughtful DM's now
you leave insightful comments now
different for you, a subtle change over time
so probably not a bot
more like a dark-hearted narcissist
here to garner followers
interacting with you is flat, leaves a strange aftertaste
and the thought that something is missing
sincerity?
you're just another wolf in poets' clothing

These halls are filled with men and women who pour their ink-stained lives onto the page
The songs of their souls filled with the joy, tears and scars they carry
it's hard to believe we have to protect ourselves
from those who are here to hijack our emotions and our pain
for their own gain
because their souls are empty
creativity can be stolen or mimicked any day
but the creators here are born