My friend doesn't see
How mean she can be.
She doesn't even have to try
Because she can succeed.
I can do things
That I enjoy
But she does them better.
I'll try to find something
She can't do
But I can't find something
Since she takes it all away.
I love my abilities
It shows that I can at least try
But every time I do something,
She throws it in my face.
I love photography,
I've been told
I have good potential.
She wasn't interested before
But now she is.
She didn't write poetry
All that much until I did...
I'm getting one published
In a book.
Before she wouldn't take
A second look.
Now she's all took with the idea.
I tried to tell her
How I felt...
I wrote her a note.
She didn't even give a reply
Wouldn't even mention
How she's been,
Or even why.
Maybe in the end
She'll she how I feel.
I'm not jealous,
Just feel as if
She's always better than me
And that I'll never be
Satisfied with my life,
Like I can't succeed,
With her by my side,
Since she always competes
Against me.
