When I was little,
I would get overshadowed.
I will show it in this riddle.
She was the one I admired most,
But she was also the one I loathe.
She was someone who seemed perfect,
In every single way.
She was considered an individual.
Who, I would always run with chaste,
Desperately, dreaming to at least be her equal.
She was always the place I wanted to go, but could never reach.
She was the destination that I could never meet.
She was my goal,
The goal that would always walk forward, and never look back.
Every time I tried to come near,
But there would always be this pest that would jeer.
I would face this certain person, every single time
She looked at me with that smug little smirk,
Looking at me like I was a cockroach.
Knowing, or thinking I would forever be her shadow, but never will be an equal.
I first couldn’t quite get a good look on this certain person.
Who had such a demonic expression,
But then I abruptly noticed it was me.
The one filled with many malfunctions,
Such as depression, jealousy, and anger.
I would always try to maneuver around this evil me.
Using violence, persuasion, and sympathy.
But up to now, I still haven’t passed, but I plan to persevere stubbornly.
Ever since those many other years, I still dreamt the same dream.
I dreamt a great dream
That one day, that she would finally see me.
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Ever since these many years, I have still dreamt the same dream.
I dreamt a great dream,
That one day that she would finally see me.
Not as an inferior,
But as a peer.
She was the one I admired most,
But she was also the one I loathe.
She was someone who seemed perfect,
Overshadowing me, in every single way.
She was considered an individual.
Who, I would always run with chaste,
Desperately, dreaming to at least be her equal.
She was always the place I wanted to go, but could never reach.
She was the destination that I could never meet.
She was my goal.
Like an X on a treasure map.
The goal that would always walk forward, but never look back.
Every time I tried to come near,
But there would always be this pest that would jeer.
I would face this certain person, every single time.
She looked at me with that smug little smirk,
Looking at me like I was a cockroach.
Knowing, or thinking I would forever be a shadow, but will never be an equal.
I first couldn’t quite get a good look on this certain person.
Who had such a demonic expression,
But then I abruptly noticed it was me.
The one filled with many malfunctions,
Such as depression, anger, and jealousy.
“You can’t do it, Elaine” depression grimed.
“Why is it always her, not me?” jealousy complained.
“Cheat, it’s what she deserves,” anger screeched.
I would try to maneuver around this evil me.
Using violence, persuasion, and sympathy.
But up to now, I still haven’t passed, but I plan to persevere stubbornly.
One day, I will pass these insecurities,
And my sister will turn around and see me.
Taking my hand, with her face lit.
Saying, “Congratulations, you finally made it.”
