When I realized
she was not who I wanted to be,
I tore every picture,
Cursed every word,
beat myself up,
For being so stupid.
After the talks with mom,
The words hit like needles,
"She may have it all",
She would say,
"But she doesn't have the key ingredients"
As I starred at my mother
with looks of not understanding,
I put the pieces of me back together,
I knew who she was,
I knew who I was,
Who I wanted to be
And who she Can never be...
Author notes
Second poem to "Faceless"
Comments
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This piece says a lot. I think we all know someone like this, and are someone like the "I" person as well. Very well written.
Kelli
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