There lives a girl, sweet and petite,

A classmate whom beside I sit.

Pleasant company though she may be -

I admit she's the source of moments of glee -

She adores pretending to be me,

By going on a Facebook spree.

Of nachos, ninjas, and pies,

Nay, it was not my sanity's demise.

Rather, it was her, being me in disguise...