Title: You
You stand there knowing the truth,
thinking and saying I wish I was her
when really your beauty surpasses hers'.
You sit there looking for answers
saying things like I'm fat or my nase is funny
then I find something new I like about you.
You walk around wondering dow he notice me
when the person who has always noticed you
doesn't matter.
You think I'm mad or in a bad mood
but really the reality of things is just setting
in.
It hurts but it doesn't really matter
when you have all you want or need.
I know it's harsh but I feel it's the truth.
