The Monster In Me. Poem by crystal ruth

Hate to be the monster they see
when they look at me through my eyes
and hate to be the daughter
that they disgrace with heart.

Because, I am nothing but a mistake,
I am as worthless as the dirt we walk on,
and I am as imperfect as anyone can be.
But as for my sister she is like a princess
in my parents giving eyes.
She's everything that I am not.
She's there perfect little angel
that they adore the most.

So if I vanish from this earth
I won't have to face such pain and wonder
that I dealt with when I lied here in sight.
Because, all they see is the monster in me.