She says she wants to be just like me,
But in the end she won't.
She says I'm her favorite,
But no I'm not.
She will say she is just like me,
But she is so much more.
She is the spitting image of me but she deserves what I never got.
She deserves love.
If she is just like me then she won't be happy.
If I'm her favorite then the bottom of the pile will be where she will stop.
She is the spitting image of me but so much more beautiful.
She really is just like me and it breaks my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem