Parallelism Challenge

With exams in full swing, I have neither the motivation nor brain power to concoct up a story or poem; so, I’m posting on old poem I wrote for a competition. The theme was parallelism, and instead of grammatical, I wrote a stanza that could be flipped, and read again, but with an entirely new meaning. I encourage you to write a poem that can be reversed, like below.

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You know

That girl who is faultless and gorgeous?

I’ll never be her, because I’m

just normal and ordinary.

I couldn’t ever be

flirting with boys or laughing with all my friends,

Wearing the clothes of a stranger,

Painting a picture of someone else on myself,

With jet black lines around my eyes,

The blood of the giving trees wiped over my lips

Up at the crack of dawn,

I’m always

alone.

I’m never

with anyone.

I’m comfortable

in the silence,

What a waste to be

dreaming?

I say that is everything,

‘Being rich and famous and flawless’

I couldn’t ever conceive of it because

My mom said

‘To err is human’

you can always improve

and I don’t believe

I’m unequal to anyone

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I’m unequal to anyone

and I don’t believe

you can always improve

‘To err is human’

My mom said.

I couldn’t ever conceive of it because

‘Being rich and famous and flawless’?

I say that is everything.

Dreaming?

What a waste to be

in the silence,

I’m comfortable

with anyone.

I’m never

alone,

I’m always

up at the crack of dawn,

the blood of the giving trees wiped over my lips

with jet black lines around my eyes,

painting a picture of someone else on myself,

wearing the clothes of a stranger,

flirting with boys or laughing with all my friends,

I couldn’t ever be

just normal and ordinary.

I’ll never be her, because I’m

That girl who is faultless and gorgeous,

you know?