There is a difference
Between looking at yourself
And comparing yourself next to someone else
Because every time
The little things
Stick out the most
Even when you can't change it
...
Standing next to a friend
You're critical
Because you find everything
About the person next to you-
To be so pretty
And everything about you-
So lousy and peculiar
...
Standing next to a stranger
You're jealous
Of the things that you
Can't seem to have
And everything
They might.
...
And beside me, no one else to compare with
You just have to accept that you think of yourself
As ugly compared to the world
Because the standards the world have
The standards you adopted for yourself
Are the standards you unfortunately live by
And the standards that make you feel
Like the dirt on the bottom of your shoe...
Are more clean than you are
Which fucking sucks.
Because that makes you feel
Not exactly like the best
But if that's how you tend to think
How you grew up watching others
How you grew up watching yourself
Then, there isn't much to say
Except that you wished,
So dearly wished
That you loved yourself more
And you wished
Oh how you wished,
That you were prettier.
And girlier
And more charming.
But there's only so much
You can do
Or say
To yourself
Before you realize that these efforts
To make yourself more beautiful
Are superfluous
If you continue to think
Like every single thing about you
Is automatically disgusting.
I suppose-
I just only wish I was prettier.
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PoetryA series of poems that are made either randomly or scavenged from the din in my head. Some have deep meaning, some are stories and others are just random. Just like the title I gave this. So... Enjoy! UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES IS COPYING OR PLAGIARISM...
