What am I supposed to say

I tell myself it’s okay,

I tell myself not to compare,

But what I can observe

I compare myself too.

I can’t fight a reflex.

I couldn’t keep myself from running from a bear.

I can’t keep myself from comparing myself

to every person I hold dear.

I hate this dance.

I know every step.

I know the accompanying music,

An annoying manufactured track.

I’m not quite sure who made me like this.

Maybe I’m just like this.

I tell myself to stop focusing on the details,

To stop focusing on other people,

To focus on myself.

But It doesn’t end well,

When I focus on myself.

For some people,

The longer they stare at a picture,

The better they do at spot the difference.

For me the original just becomes so distorted.

Everything gets blown out of proportion.

If I can’t look at others and I can’t face a mirror,

Then where are my eyes supposed to wander?

Out the window of these hollow classrooms?

To the branches,

The treetops?

I picture sitting there,

Way up high.

When gravity is the only thing holding me down.

I fly away from myself.