Published August 16, 2026
She glares at me with angry eyes,
And feeds herself on mean replies.
She points her finger, loud and bold,
And scolds me like the winter cold.
She says I walk the way she walks,
She says I talk the way she talks.
She thinks I stole her favorite style,
And copied every single smile.
I do not mirror what she wears,
I do not want her angry glares.
I walk my path, I set my pace,
With gentle steps and quiet grace.
Let her think I follow near,
Trapped inside her cloud of fear.
I am my own bright, shining star,
And I am happy where I are.
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I especially liked the simplicity yet depth of this poem. The reaction of the speaker to being accused of imitation was very relatable, and I enjoyed the way how the author gradually moves from depicting the other person's rage to creating the feeling of self-reliance and individuality.
Such phraseology as “She says I…” makes the reader perceive how constant the accusations are.
“I am my own bright, shining star” was my favorite image in this poem because it adds a very optimistic touch to the end of the poem and stresses the theme of independence – you don't have to transform yourself for someone else.
There are some minor issues in the rhyme in a few parts of the poem. Some rhymes sound a bit forced, including “star” and “are”. You might think about trying to find another way to finish the poem that will sound better without changing its meaning.
Overall, however, the message of individuality was conveyed well.
Loved the way you expressed such a deep feeling. I genuinely drifted to the imaginative scene you tried to portray through this wonderful poem… it felt as if I was the girl who was being bullied.