My mother and I are different,
She is beautiful,
And i am not,
She has strawberry blonde hair
That surounds her face in delicate curls,
Unlike my dull brown hair.
Her eyes are blue,
Not green like mine,
She has long black eyelashes,
Not like my thin short lashes.
People wonder how a beauty like her,
Have a child like me.
Her Life and style is enthralled in beauty, As mine is in Music,
And she wont stand for it.
Her friends are my Enemies,As mine to her,
When we fight,
She wins,As I lose.
No one knows the life I lead,
When my mother and I are different