Why Can't I Be Like...

Why Can't I Be Like...

 

There comes a time

where everyone does

or has something

 

While I just sit

and look around

at what's going on.

 

Knowing that I can't

won't be

and ever be

like them.

 

I can't help it.

 

Comparing myself to others

is just something natural

and it tears at me,

depressing me,

hurting me,

killing me

inside.

 

Life seems so simple

when I look at other's.

 

It's so unfair

but I know it's not.

 

I can't help it.

 

I'm jealous of people,

they always have something better

than I do and I want something like it.

 

Why can't my life

be like theirs?

 

A girlfriend,

great friends,

an interesting past,

and happiness.

 

One of those,

just one,

would be nice.

 

I know I have

at least one of them,

comparing myself to theirs

is what gets me.

 

Why can't I be like

them.

 

I feel so defeated

because I won't,

I know I can't ever

be like them.

 

The good things

that people have

seem to skate

around

and away

from me.

 

Like I can't

find the

good things

in life.

 

I have found

some of these things,

I can't and won't

go after them.

 

I like my friend,

but she has a boyfriend.

 

I can't and won't

hurt that,

it's not in me to do

since she's already happy.

 

It depresses me

that I get closer to her

every day as

we become

better friends

only to know

that we will only

ever be friends.

 

This depresses me more

since this

isn't

the first time

either.

 

I was like her,

with someone

that made me happy,

but she hurt me,

left me,

found another

soon after.

 

I don't know

if it's my fault,

or that

I'm cursed

to be upset

depressed

and hurt.

 

Why can't I be like

them...

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Me
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