I tell you of your inner beauty, the kind that fills your soul
Yet, I stare into my own and find a lump of coal
I envy your appearance, the glow thats shines from your face
Yet the hours of makeup and hair accesories still are such a waste
I watch you pick your clothing, so beautiful, careful, and precise
I try on clothes for hours and barely find one thing that's nice
I tell you all the time of your brain and every wise thought
I think for hours and hours and just end up out fought
I compliment your boldness, your lack of shyness shows
I stare into myself and not even a small light glows
I envy your popularity, I crave all your attention
When no matter what I do they still ignore my every intention
They wonder why I follow you, why I let you control my mind
Straving was the release of my feelings, and the only one I can find