How Can I Be A Person?

How can I be a person and not die of comparison?

Desperate to break out of this 25 year experiment

I don't like this, not one bit

How can I exist when she is right there in front of me

Every time I've done something right, she's right there one-upping me

So pathetic, what's the use?

As hard as I try, I'm not you

There's a ceiling here, and my God, you're taller than it

I dwell underneath, pushing harder than I would admit

Front and center, right on cue

That late reminder, I'm not you