True

With intense anticipation
I wait
I know your opinion
of me
to you , I am
comparatively inferior
to her
You feel I lack
 substance, or value
I treat you like a king
behave as a queen
and a whore
 when necessary

What i have given you
 is excessive
to the point
of inappropriate

It is not me
who is not enough
I do not compare myself
to others
My vanity has its boundaries

It is you whose values
sit on rocky ground
changing with the shifting
of sand.
Your need to measure up
To new limits each time
you see something
that entices you

I have no need to change
 who I am
To me I will remain
True