Compare

COMPARE

 

I don’t like to do it,

But it comes naturally

I see this and want that

I compare.

 

I want to stand out

I want to “be me”

But, can I be different

If I need to compare?

 

Is it right?

Is it wrong?

I don’t want really want what they have

Do I?

 

Envy, Jealously, Want,

These are a part of me

It all seems innocent

As one child staring at the other’s toy

 

Which is better?

Which is worse?

Is it mine, or is it yours?

Lo! Each one is unique.

 

But as I watch them

I cannot become me

For if I am not them

Then I do not need to compare!

 

I want to shine

I want to be known

I want to make my own way

I don’t need to compare.