I wish I were her, with beauty so rare,
Counting calories, with utmost care.
Angelic and ideal, traits I haven't got,
Longing to emulate her perfect lot.
Should I push harder, strive for her grace?
Lower my standards, in beauty's chase?
No quick fixes or prom queen's crown,
Will love find me, if my appearance is renowned?
Analyzing my flaws, feeling so defective,
Dreams of perfection, oh, how selective.
Struggling for breath, beneath plastic's wrap,
Should I continue striving, in beauty's trap?
As she passes by, a vision so bright,
Outshining stars in the darkest night,
You're ensnared by her magnetic sway,
While I linger in shadows, fading away.
Why would you even glance my way,
When I'm but a shadow in your sunny day?
You share your warmth with her, a fleeting blur,
But she holds your world, leaving me to demur.
I watch as she intertwines with your laughter,
While I, unnoticed, drift farther and farther,
Yet how can I resent her, so graceful and free,
When deep down, I wish it were me?
I wish it were me in your embrace,
To bask in the warmth of your gentle grace,
But alas, I remain a shadow in the light,
Longing for a chance to shine just as bright.