Book Of Poetry

Her

Because when you compare me to her, I am nothing
She is the ocean wind
And I am the tears on your cheek
She's the princess
I am the maid
Everything she has is handed to her
While I work for what's mine
She will never know
What I do
When I look at you, you're looking at her
She's the one you want
I'm not her
You don't want me
I'm stuck
You don't think I see the way you don't look at me
You look at her with love and lost
While you look at me with disgust
I know I am gross
You want a girl with thick thighs and an ass for days
You don't think it hurts when you call me that
It's just a nickname
But your words affect the mirror
The mirror shames me just as you
I've always been compared to her she's the pretty one
But I
I am the nice one
That doesn't matter to you, does it?
Well, I don't either do I?
But I would give my life for you
It's true
I am not her
I am me