To the girl I wish I could be.
You look so beautiful, so nice and so chic.
How can one person like you ever feel like me.
Feel like they are not good enough for a guy, like they are an outcast in disguise.
One so talented and bold that still shivers in the cold and is left all alone.
One so pretty that stills feels so alone.
How could you possibly feel the way I do standing in the mirror. Wishing for a fairy godmother to turn you into Cinderella when you already look the part.
You have no reason to look in the mirror and wish ill upon yourself when you 5 foot 7 and all the boys gawk; with perfect blonde hair, not a strand out of place.
How could we both feel the same when all the guys think you're a babe?
How could you look in the mirror and think we're one in the same?
We are nothing alike, yet I wonder how we could be one in the same.
One in the same when it comes to school I understand, but why do you think for one second flat that you are not the person I know you are. After all you are me.