Her Halo

A bitter outlook on that perfect angel.

Her, it's her

The halo rested atop her head

With her magnetic aura, her wits and skill

She has earned it, I must admit

And thus she's adored by many

They all flock to her bestowing self

Halos they have too

But hers radiates a precious glow

They all admire her speeches

Every word laced with drollness or knowledge

Just look at her, she's just perfect

Do they not care for the shadow she casts behind?

I watch the light that is radiated in front

Dear God, I pray someone take her place

She's horrid, she must be!

With her veil of superiority

I bet she has no need for the mere inferior

Why would she, her existence like that of a goddess?

The perfection she has sculpted brings me dread

Yet a monster she is not

I'm just a sinner and I speak ill

Oh to the Heavens I ask

I plead and I beg

Why must I be so undeserving of a halo?

Author's Note

Please do not be TOO harsh on this as I'm very new to this, so it may come off as wonky! I still do appreciate critique and feedback on how to express the emotion better. I'd also very much appreciate hearing your interpretation of my poem, so I know if I was able to get my idea across properly or just how others ended up seeing it, even if it doesn't correlate to what I was going for.

I would also like to note:
1) References to Christianity are made for figurative language, etc. This does NOT actually relate to religion
2) I was not able to find the artist of the image, unfortunately