Society can be vile and cruel,
Leaving you insecure and bruised.
Looking up ahead,
You see her,
So young and so beautiful.
The flow in her long dark hair,
Most days you wanted to be her.
She was the sea shells by the sea shore,
You were the fields of gazing grain,
To you, she always seemed better-
But to her, you got better weather.
She wished she could be like you,
With shorter hair
And less expectations to fulfill.
You seemed to have less storms to thrill,
And had all the wonders around you.
She thought you were perfect,
But you only had one flaw.
You compared yourself to her,
Instead of desired who you were.