Can I have nothing to myself?
You try to achieve the best, even in my hobbies.
You claim to be amazing when it is all a cliche to tell.
You mirror me as I move.
As I achieve, you'll want to be better, as you do.
I don't know if it's you or the puppeteer.
I don't know if it's you or me, being the jealous one here.
Maybe i'm insecure.
Maybe i'm just bored.
Bored of you seeing me as second even when i've soared.
Soared higher than you ever could.
But you'd still try to be better, as you would.
YOU ARE READING
Pitiful
Poetry"Never trust a scream, it lies with its fear, it's scared of the truth, it's scared for you to hear." A collection of poems made about me and to be read by you. Please enjoy. ⚠️Content warning⚠️: May contain triggering content.
