She thinks of herself this way
Does she have any idea?
Those words are her in my mind
She is the very epitome of each word
To me, she always has been
And probably always will be
A beautiful, passionate girl
How could I live up to that?
She is always so put together
So happy, so sure, so beautiful
Who wouldn’t want to be like that?
Who could even come close?
They say perfect girls have flaws too
She says he changed her too much
That he made her feel flawed
But it never showed on the outside
And that was all I could see
And that was all she could see of me
She and I went through the same thing
Her struggle was even worse than mine
But she has come out of it perfect
Without missing a beat
Still as confident and strong as before
While it would seem that I have not
I can’t help but feel foolish beside her
Feel like a child who doesn’t deserve her time
I begin to understand how she felt
To see where she is and where she came from
But then I remember who she is
And I can’t help but shrink back
For “confident, passionate, and beautiful”
I am not.
