I see her.
perfect
everything just seems
to go her way
winning.
each day I notice
something new –
straight teeth, full hair, arched eyebrows
I hate her.
she has everything
I want –
thriving career,
man at her side
happiness.
her days are productive
her nights are exciting
I settle in
knowing I’ll never be her.
less than perfect
almost great
failure.
as if I should
be doing something else in life
what about the process?
how much it cost her?
missed family outings
forgotten birthdays
she has friends who don’t
know her anymore
a husband who longs for her heart
the stress she endures
the debt she covers up
and a soul quenched
gasping for help,
thirsty for satisfaction
my mind doesn’t care about that.
my perspective doesn’t hear
the quiet screams behind fake smiles
doesn’t see the life behind the camera
my view? inaccurate
but myself wants what she has. Bad.
overlooked. the vocal
recognition I receive at work
missed. the support I
have from day ones
unimportant. the individual success,
small wins, untold beauty
it’s unfair
to my being –
everything I am
will never be her
I have my own stride
I have my own pace.
I’m missing out
on my becoming
for someone I’ll never become
my self-esteem
my self-worth
my dreams
are dependent on me
dare to be
better than I was yesterday
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This is so so good and very relatable..we always feel like we want to be ‘her’ but like you said we don’t see the quiet screams behind the smile. So true. Beautifully written poem…really enjoyed reading it x
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Thank you! I’m glad you can relate. Thanx for stopping by 😊 xoxo
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