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A poem Titled "Why Must You Always Compare Me? "Category: poetry
Thursday, 7 December 2006
09:58:36 PM (GMT)
Why Must You Always Compare Me? 
Category: Writing and Poetry 

I am sorry that I,
Can't fullfill your expectations.
I tried so hard,
I really did try.
But everytime another girl,
Walks in.
You observe her and complain,
How I am not like her.
Even if that girl is the girl,
That works as a cashier,
On the counter desk.
You compare me to every girl,
You know.

Look at that girl,
She is one year younger than you,
And she is already on,
Level 10 in her piano.
Look at you you are only on,
Level 8.

Look at her,
Why can't you smile more,
No guys will ever like you,
If you look like you're dying.
That girl next door,
She just a a free scholarship,
To Yale.
Why can't your averge be higher,
Its only a 96.
Look at that girl,
She's got a 98.

But mother,
Since you observe so closely,
Have you seen how late,
I stayed up to finish,
The homework,
From my many extra classes.
Or how my average is already,
In the high 90's.
Out of all your comparing comments
I haven't heard, 
a single positive one about me.

You always compare me to others,
But have you ever seen me,
Compare you to other mothers.
You know what mother,
You aren't the best mother either,
But you don't see me complaing.
You never come to my performances
While all the other parents,
Congradulate their child,
With kisses and flowers.
I am left alone outside,
Of the crowd cold and lonely.
And then when I come back,
You yell for me to wash the dishes

You ask me why I get sick so often
Do you know why,
Because I don't get enough sleep.
When others sleep,
I stay up to finish,
Those extra homework you gave me.

All the music you ever allowed,
Me to know was classicals,
From the eighteenth century.
Thats why I am always teased,
Because my classmates say that,
I am too outdated.
Mother I had really tried,
To be your perfect daughter,
The daughter of your dreams,
But I failed,
And I am sorry,
I am sorry that your perfect child
Is not the one living under this roof.
But maybe one day,
You will understand my sorrows.

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