I know who you are

at least, what is shown.

You are the shining star

who let her stand alone.

You do not know me,

though you think you do.

You know what you can see –

Want to see what I think of you?

You took the role of teacher

you felt it needed to be done.

But we don’t need a preacher

looking after everyone.

It appears your roots cause shame

by your condescending nod

toward your family name.

You distance yourself from the odd.

When you look in the mirror

surely, you can see traces of her.

But when she reached to be nearer

you extended a lecture.

I realize this is just you

and you’re not at all bad.

There are just some things you do

that make me a little sad.