hOW iS iT fAIR?
How is it fair that it is always she,
The prettiest, skinniest, it never can be me.
The one with all the friends and the perfect hair,
While I stand next to her, she without a care.
A boyfriend who loves her, and a daddy’s little girl
Always told she’s beautiful like a pure white pearl.
How is it fair that it is always she,
The loved one she is, it never can be me.
How can I deal with this sadness I feel,
When she walks around, people following her heel?
But of course, the good girl I am,
She the rebel, but watched like a lamb.
Her the majestic swan and I the ugly duck?
Her the lottery and I only worth a buck?
Why must she be first, leaving me in last,
Like a race, I am slow and she is fast?
One day will I see the finish line all the way in front,
Or do I have to be like her, and pull a crazy stunt?
How can I stay myself and still feel free,
If no one can accept the true me for me?
How is it fair that it is always she,
The better one in all ways, never me?
A Fearless333 Original*