A Harmful Help

I am happy- yes I am, that's right, 

 But what I think is my plight, 

Is just that I have exactly nothing to write. 

 No imagination, No creativity, 

This is becoming my disability. 

 I don't have to and cannot write an article, 

All thanks to my helper Google. 

It helps me from composing a message, 

To writing a passage. 

I can copy from it every speech I want to speak on stage. 

 But when it comes to writing myself, 

 I come into a rage! 

 I am now unable to write nicely, 

Search engines can do wonders if used wisely. 

But if not, 

We forget all our imaginative thoughts. 

It's good to take a little help,

 But don't lose the innovation within yourself.