You treat me one level lower than her,
Is this fair?
When is it my turn?
My turn in the spotlight...
My turn to be noticed...
My turn to be...loved.
Every night I cry,
I just want the equal love you give her.
I can't compete with her.
I can't become her.
If I do, would you finally love me?
People say be yourself, but what if I can't?
What if the only way you'd love me is if I'm her?
I don't care about my old self,
If you'd love the exact copy of her,
Maybe then I'd be happy because of your love,
Who cares if the love is fake?
Who cares if I'm not exactly happy?
At least I've felt the love you gave her...
Even if I'll always be one level lower...
To you.
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Far From Perfect
PoetryOne word you can't describe me as is perfect. Why? Nobody's perfect. I know my flaws and why they show, don't you? I know that I'm working harder everyday to correct and make my flaws disappear, and you should too! :) So if you read my poems I bet y...
