Compete, Compare

We’re obviously different

But I still feel the need to compare, to compete

Though you were gone long before my birth

I’m pretty, you were beautiful

Although I’m bright, you were a genius

And comparing your talent to mine

Is comparing a cathedral to a shotgun house

You were even sadder than I

My jealousy overflows me

But there’s one way that I can surpass you

I’ll live far past my sell by date

Until I die of boredom

And am rancid inside

For that something you couldn’t do

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is about my tendency to compare myself to Sylvia Plath.

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