Copy and Paste

I'm reading all the volumes of my world

So I can use the values I desire.

When characters are new I do inquire

So attributes of mine and theirs are swirled.

I grasp the knowledge as if I am knurled

So I can copy and myself rewire.

And I heat up my kiln with raging fire

So thoughts turn to cement when they're unfurled.

Yet hidden under pasted pages lies

My true appearance, although rather plain,

That includes all my errors and mistakes.

With mirrors, I'm a master of disguise;        

While those around me think that I'm the same

My soul goes through uncountable remakes.