That Girl

Looking at all the other girls, my heart swells with jealousy

Their hair, their makeup, their clothes, their features, all the perfect consistency

They walk around, knowing their supremacy

I dont know how they do it, how could I ever live to their legacy?


I’ve always wanted to be that girl

The ones who can get any boys with their curls

They’re always so confident, like they can rule the entire world

So I sit there feeling sick, ready to hurl


Cuz if I’m not skinny, how can I be considered pretty?

If I don’t have curves, will anyone like me really?

All the insults from my own mind, making me feel so dizzy.

I wish I could be like her, like Nikki or Lilly


I wish I could be her, so effortlessly perfect

I don’t dislike her for it, but there’s a part of me that wishes I wasn’t a reject

I hate myself for how I look wrecked

But I’ll just try to go to sleep and forget.

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