"Oh, man, you are funny
sarcastic, smart
and did you see that look--
the Look of Disapproval she threw like a spear?
She is a keeper," they would say.
And it would be me sitting in the spotlight
but I am perched in the back
observing sadly.
Because Mini-Me took my personality;
before I could claim it.
Sooner than I knew what was going down,
I was a weirdo, a freak, a liar
a grey-faced blob.
However much I screamed and cried
nobody believed me
not my own mother.
The worst part for me
the most humiliating and aggravating?
It would have been his head
on the pillow in my lap
(not hers)
if not for the biggest liar of them all:
the personality caper.