She's so pretty.
She's so smart.
She's so perfect.
She's everything that anyone could ever want.
I wish I was her.
You love her,
I can see the way you look at her,
I notice how you breath when she comes near,
I notice how your eyes widen at the sight of her.
She is a form of torture.
She compliments me,
But afterwards she whispers to her friends,
While glaring at me from across the room,
I soon hear laughter from her group of friends.
She has pretty friends,
She has a pretty boyfriend,
She has a happy family,
She has everything that I don't.
Everyone wants to be her friend,
I want to be her friend.
I want to be her.
I want to have her pretty friends,
I love her pretty boyfriend,
I envy her happy family,
She gets everything that I want.
I'm obsessed with her,
But not in a good way,
I think about her day and night,
But not about her,
I think about what she has,
And how bad I want it.
I've cried over her perfection.
If only,
If only,
If only,
If only I could be her.
