Her

This poem is about being compare to another woman...a woman you don't really like or respect in any way.

I hate being compared to her

And I know I always am.

I know I’m not her

And I don’t want to be.

She is a horrible woman

who has hurt her family.

I know you don’t understand

Your too young

You still idolize her.

I know she is your mom

But I can’t stand her.

Never fear,

For you will not hear

the bitterness I feel

When you compare me to her.

One day you will open your eyes

And realize the truth of who she is.

One day, I can only pray, you won’t want to be anything like her.