Unspoken (Emotional Creative Writing)

'Maybe if I...'

'Maybe if i...'

As I walk down the streets of new york, I glance up at the tall buildings, mesmerized by the height.
Maybe it's not what you think it is, maybe it is.
As i feel my sister grasp my hand, she pulls me out of my trance.
I look over at her, she's stunning.
Sometimes, I envy it.
She's so pretty, next to me. I am a wreck.
She smiles, beaming her pearly white teeth at me.
I look at her in awe, she could be a model.
Why can't I look like that?
Why cant I have perfect pretty teeth?
Why can't I have perfect, naturally fallen hair?
Why can't I be shorter?
Why am I so skinny?
Why am I so selfish?
Why am I so rude?
Why? Why? Why? Why?
I could ask myself a million times, but never have an answer.
Maybe if I eat more, brush my teeth more, brush my hair more, get braces, let people walk over me, never say no.
Maybe then I will fit into the perfect category with her.
Or, maybe none of it will help.
What if I get plastic surgery?
She tugs on my sleeve,
"Yes?" I ask.
"You don't have to change." She tells me.
She hugs me and wipes away my tears and we stand there for a while, in the crowd.

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