She thinks she has it rough, with her disrupting life that others would cringe at, she thinks she has it rough with her A and B grades and always knowing what to say, she thinks she has it rough, she doesn't. She's melodramatic, she's attention seeking, even to those who actually do pay attention to her, she wants to be seen and heard but i don't want to see or hear her. They ask for her opinions... No they ask for our opinions but when can I get even one word in besides agreeing with her. I disagree she looks at me like I've gone against all ten commandments at once! Her voice is becoming like nails on a chalkboard, scratching down and leaving five trails till the end, blood seeping from the ends of my fingers, pain. So much pain. So much comparison. So much pain, and longing, and hope, and failure. I'm not jealous. I don't want to be her, she does have it rough... she just pulls it out to the end, makes it so dramatic until you just stop. Stop caring... Stop listening. I love her. I do. I'm just getting fed up is all, it could be jealousy I guess... I don't think it is, but I suppose it could be. I'm just getting fed up with the comparison, she's smart, pretty, misunderstood, liked, she's perfect. She's perfect. How the hell can I compare with perfection? I'll tell you how. I can't. I can't, there's no point in even trying cause even if I changed my looks, personality, thoughts, EVERYTHING, I still wouldn't be as perfect as her, and if I get close she has to always do better... It's all a competition to her. I may as well give up, the only thing I can do... But why should I? Give up, I bet you'd like that wouldn't you... You don't even know that but I can see it when I look in your eyes, like your the queen and I am your squire. If you think I'll give up then you don't know me. I'm not perfect, I don't try to be, cause I don't want to be...like you. So go ahead, just go be perfect I'm happy with being stupid, lonely, completely unperfect me.
Just do us all a favor and go and be perfect.
