i look at her
i look at me
why cant we be the same
what does she have that i never can have
i just look at her
with her red lips
small beady eyes
make up smudged into her so it covers all her imperfections
i sit and wonder
i wish i was like her
i wish i got everyone and everything
why cant i be like that
beautiful,
though thats all she has its her beauty
she does not have her imagination
she does not have feelings
she cant run around and be who she wants to be
maybe i might be more beautiful then she can every be.
