I want to be her

Tall, sexy, beautiful… popular

I want to be looked at and seen

I want to be noticed and envied

I want to be…

not me

I’m as short as a tree stub

My face is round and unattractive

My body is fat and straight

My hair is crazy, an ugly brown

My eyes are beautiful

Big and brown

But my monstrous glasses hide them 

And then I look at her

Thin and curvy

With her blonde long hair in perfect perfection

Her voice rings like chimes in the wind

Her eyes hold an unnatural blue color

I’m jealous

I’m enviest

I hate her

She doesn’t even know me

Yet she makes me angry

Yet I want her to die

I want her beauty to burn and shatter

I am not popular

I am not pretty

I am not sane

And I am not her.