Not everyone is born pretty,

You know.

Some people have to work for it.

And not everyone is blessed with a talent like yours,

Some people cry themselves to sleep over it.

Not everyone can be perfect like you.

Not everyone can be honest like you.

I used to complain a lot,

Now I think I rarely do.

What have I to complain about?

When I look at you.

Comparison is the death of what?

Her happiness

Is clearly more degraded than mine.

I don’t complain.

That’s what strong people do.

Strong people smile and say that they’re fine as they’re bleeding out.

I wish I were weak like you.

I wish I were weak,

And pretty,

And perfect,

And just the right amount of unwell.

The type you can brag about,

The type that you bragged about.

I wish I weren’t weird,

Or strange,

Or insane,

And you let me know that I am.

You let me know I can’t speak freely in your presence.

You made sure of it.

Somehow I’m too mainstream,

But the stuff I like is weird.

Or I like stuff too much,

And it’s unhealthy.

Or I can’t take a joke,

Or I take jokes too far.

Sometimes I hope I get a concussion,

Or don’t wake up from my sleep,

If it means being away from you.

I always feel like you’re judging me.

I don’t trust you anymore,

And I don’t think I know how to.

I know your life is harder than mine.

That’s why I don’t complain.

I know you’re a sweet person,

That’s why I’ve never said anything.

That’s why I never say anything.