Her.

wishing you were someone else, because she is so much better.

Compare her to me.
Misplaced brown
fluff that goes everywhere.
While her black hair,
falls like a waterfall.
Each strand shines so strong
it pains my eyes in more ways,
than one.
She looks him straight on;
her shape,
so womanly.
I’m nothing compared.
I’m an animal
compared.
So as i stand there
looking at this goddess head on
her face so beautiful,
even in her fury,
I feel so small.
I feel unwanted.
I feel unlovable.