Who Is She?

By: Remembrance

Sometimes I wonder, How this girl, Could be my mother; Not to mention, Sailor Moon.

I look at her, Compare her. She's nothing like Mom. She eats to fast, She cries over minor things. She acts nothing like my mother.

My mother is graceful, Gentle, intelligent, and so much more. Mom eats neatly, Doesn't cry over things. She's perfect, Mother and queen.

As I watch her, Listen to her. I must admit, they both have caring hearts, the same gentle aura.

But she yells at me, Calls me a spore. Usagi is always telling me to go away. Mom never does. Mom wants to hear all about my day, She loves me.

Yet, when I really need her, Usagi's there, Loving and kind. She holds me at night, When I cry out in fright.

Why is she so different, From one moment, to the next. I don't understand her; One moment she's Mom, Next moment, baka-brain.

Who is she? Is she Mom? Or Is she Usagi-baka?

Maybe, she's just . . . Usagi.