My horrible attempts at poetry

Competition

I feel like I always have to compete with you.

You're beautiful and skinny naturally.

I'm ugly and fat naturally.

You have at least 20 guys asking you to dances each time there is one.

I have one ask me. If I'm lucky.

The guys I like go after you.

Then they talk to me about you like you're the hottest girl on Earth.

And I listen to them because I'm trying to deal with it.

No matter how much I want to scream at them there is someone right in front of you who likes you for you.

No matter how much I want to yell at them that you don't like them that they can't keep chasing after one person or else they'll lose the people who are already chasing after them.

I listen to them describe how tan you are and how your body is so perfect and how much they want you to like them.

All I can do is sit there and listen to them because no matter how much I like them they will never like me because they are too stuck on you.

I try to be like you but it doesn't work. And when I'm with you I just look like your fat friend. Nothing more.

I go on diets and exercise and do everything I can to be skinny and pretty. I put work into my outfits to look the prettiest I can.

But yet he walks by without even a glance in my direction.

I speed walk to get in front of him or beside him so he'll notice me but he never does because you're only a few feet in front of us. In all your naturally beautiful glory.

I melt away to the background as he looks at you.

I sink into the shadows accepting that a shadow is all I'll ever be to him because he's too stuck on you. I accept that I will never be able to compete with you. I understand that now.