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Her name was Penelope,
And she wasn't quite right.
Her life was unhappy
And a constant battle to fight.
Only at the age of twelve,
Poor Penny was alone.
In this world she did dwell,
But craved a world of her own.
The story of Penny
Is a sad one indeed,
For her mind was uncanny
And was in dire need
Of jubilance and cheer
In which she did not hold,
But strived to engineer
With imagination so bold.

Dear Penny was young
And was too shy to make friends,
So she invented the one
Who she'd use to make amends.
The internet is perfect
For hiding who you are,
And many would disrespect
Other users from afar.
So Penny became the person
She so wished to be,
Having no idea it'd worsen
Her sadness and misery.
Hanging out in sites and chats,
She quickly gained the trust
Of those who believed her stats,
Which were secretly robust.

Penny, oh sweet Penny,
How she went so very far
Was extraordinarily uncanny,
Why hide who you truly are?
She posted random pictures
And claimed they were her own,
She avoided harsh stricture,
Her thievery she did condone.
But her number of cohorts
Was not nearly enough,
So she created fake supports
Increasing her ludicrous guff.
Many friends that praised the dame
Were really Penny in disguise.
Even her "boyfriend" was the same;
Nothing more than her lies.

But all good things must end,
And dear Penny was not exempt.
Real owners of the pics did scend,
And held her in contempt.
Penny tried hard to fight,
Her "friends" by her side,
But everyone saw through her plight
Knowing full well that she lied.
Though she was given a second chance,
Dear Penny refused to take it,
Continuing to try and enhance
The illusion that she acquit.
"That's it," they did say,
And reported her accounts.
She was shortly chased away
By the admins' string of doubts.

She seemed so pathetic
By her awful behavior,
Her personality was synthetic,
Her actions not in her favor.
But when I think about poor Penny,
I come to the realization
That she was just one of many
Who couldn't find salvation.
Though her deeds were unjust and wrong,
We simply can't help but wonder...
Perhaps her heart was not yet strong
Enough to avoid such a blunder.
My only hope is that she learns
How to deal with her own woes,
Instead of taking what she didn't earn,
But paying back what she owes.
this was actually inspired by the encounter with a young art thief on DA. I began to get a sad suspicion about why she did what she did, and whether it was true or not, I figured it'd make a good story. THEN, I decided, why not write a poem? it's been awhile. I know I'm not great at rhythm, and I hope the vocabulary is okay. that's why I always count it as free verse because it's not really following a proper format. anyway, hope you like it. again, take it with a grain of salt because I wrote it as fiction, don't actually come to the conclusion that it's a true story. 
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SkyHeartStar13 Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2015
I like that the poem takes a look at why people might steal art, create fake accounts, and lie. Makes me hope Penny will grow up and start making her own art.
bonessel Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
I can't think of art thieves very differently now.

That might change as i'll probably forget bout this though :iconimsotiredplz:
NatureReigns Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
.... whoa. This was kinda deep. Made me think. Art thieves are people too, I suppose.
Asapientmachine Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2014
Good one. some feel as if there is a piece of themselves missing and try to fill that in the most simple of ways. But, the means to an end does seem easy at first it winds up costing the most.  
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