The Girl With Blonde Hair

This is a poem about someone I know and how they make me feel!

The Girl with blonde hair makes me feel down,

The kind of down that  knocks me out, the kind of out

that makes me detach from reality every time her name comes up.

"Why can't I be talked about like that?" I ask myself.

The Girl with blonde hair makes me doubt, 

like doubt myself more than normal. 

Anytime she does, Seemingly anything, they act like she's the greatest, the

most amazing thing in the world. The Girl with blonde hair Makes Me ask

"can I ever be like her to?"

Author's Note

Mind you this is about a family member, and this is my first poem, so please keep rude comments away, Thank you!

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[John the Baptist]

Comparison is the curse of humanity.