Someone Else 

There’s always fault to find

and the criticism

is never constructive,

in fact it’s destructive

and I will never be

the ideal that you want.

.

I’m embarrassing.

My clothes are too young.

My hair is unkempt

and my tongue you would

wish to be constrained.

.

And it seems that

I am only

loveable when

it pleases you

.

and you can

exert your

control to

.

make me

someone

.

else.

.

©Jacqui Slade

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