She poses
as a poet
to get noticed,
to be heard-
but really,
she writes novels,
forces poetry-
absurd.
Oh, she wants to be
so many people,
she wants
to take their souls-
and if you look
a little closer
there is jealousy
in her bones-
yes, she writes
and yes, she dreams,
but she struggles
to compete-
and only when she
is the better one
does she feel
accomplished, free-
and she tries
to act innocent,
but is that
an act of innocence?
She is only
her capabilities,
and she sets standards
nobody can meet-
she's taken lives
and ran free
but she is always where
she wants to be.
edit: wrote this about my sister but this sounds much more like me at the time of writing this