Something Secret

What does she have that I don't?

Was it the excitement of doing something secret?

Did you think I wouldn't find out?

Well, f**k you.

Because now I compare myself to everything she does.

And for some reason, I can never measure up.

I am not her.

And I am sorry that I wasn't enough for you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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