Compared To Her
Compared to her for so long,I continue when the rest have stopped.
When they no longer find me,
less beautiful than her,
less funny than her,
just plain less than her.
So used to being found wanting,
I believe myself to be lacking still.
People may tell me I'm not,
but I do not believe it.
She says she is jealous of me,
I do not understand.
Why should she be jealous of me?
What do I have that she does not?
Nothing that I can see,
but I do not view myself,
the way the world seems to.
Someday I hope to look,
and finally say,
"I am beautiful in my own way".
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