I have dreams,
dreams of someone who\'s me.
she\'s me but in a different world
a world where she gets all I wish I did;
I despise her a little too much
I envy her existence.
she appears in my dreams,
making me aware of all that I wished for
but never got to keep.
her personality is contrasting to mine-
she is bold and confident
but still she\'s nice
she is the rose, every flower wishes to be,
she is the colour, all the colours fall beneath.
she is radiant, she is bright
she has the charm of a tiger
she is as graceful as the lion.
I look upon her
at her beauty, and her grace.
if she\'s me,
why are we so different?
why does she get to have all that I desire?
why should I be the one to be set on fire?
I deserve half the happiness she has, do I not?
am I so unworthy of love and affection?
I stare into her eyes as she looks up at the sky
her eyes are brighter and livelier than mine
her eyes portray her pure untainted soul.
I think to myself
we are alike on the inside, kind and a heart of gold.
on the exterior we differ,
she gets to live her life
while I have to struggle to fight for my own.