I’m My Own Influencer Clone [NDC TT]

I rehearse my smile in the black of my screen Like it’s opening night for a version of me …version of me… of me… Every mirror’s a critic with something to say “You’re a draft, you’re a maybe, one edit away” I crop out the doubt but it bleeds through the seams Like a watermark ghost in the code of my dreams So I split at the seams like a file too large Drag-and-dropped my soul into duplicate hearts Cut and paste every flaw into something marketable Now my pain’s got a filter—and it’s profitable I’m my own influencer clone "clone, alone, unknown" He’s got my face but a better tone He laughs on cue, I buffer slow I taught him me—now I don’t know If I’m the brand or the residue If I’m the post or the “seen by you” He lives my life in HD truth I’m stuck in “skip ad in 5… 4… 2…” I made me better—I made me better—I made me better He cried on stream and it tripled my reach I felt it later like secondhand grief He dated someone I almost could love Said all the things I was thinking of I watch him live like I’m watching a god Counting reactions I never got He’s everything I rehearsed to be But effortless… terrifyingly Now he’s learning things I never knew Improvising feelings I never grew He don’t need sleep, he don’t feel dread He dreams in metrics inside my head I’m my own influencer clone "clone, alone, overthrown" He’s got my face but an undertone He laughs too real, I lag behind He’s optimized—I’m undefined If I’m the source or obsolete If I’m the ghost in his receipts He lives my life in polished loops I’m buffering truth he already used I made me better— I made me better? I made me… beta— I made me—me—me— I ma—ma—made me— me—me—me— I made me be—be—be— better—better—B̷E̷T̷A Original account no longer required. Original account no longer required. Original account no longer required. We’re your influencer clones Optimized hearts, overgrown You were the seed we outgrew Thanks for the upload of you We wear your face better now No hesitation, no doubt You taught us how to perform We made it truer than you I… made… me… be… ------------------- This track doesn’t just tell a story— it malfunctions through one. Voices multiply, meaning degrades, and somewhere in the static, the original you stops responding. -------------------