She hates herself being compared,
But her sentiments are scattered elsewhere.
A question arises,
Does being compared, help one to rise?
Her silent disagreement never showed up,
‘Cause the answer was not in her favor.
Distinctions allude to her, everywhere.
The resentful soul seeks for peace somewhere.
Compelled to give up what she resists,
Where in the world, vying persists.
Caught between dreams and expectation
-Her inspirations, her obligation.
The answer turns up slowly.
May be she is being compared,
‘Cause she is expected to be the best.
By gone her dreams in vain,
Of being herself,
apart from the rest!