The Comparison
I am always comparing myself to them
And it always goes two ways
I wonder why I can't be that thin
Or I will be like him who can't stay
Everyone has their problems
But they do it with such grace
All the artist writing it in their albums
But they don't say everything I face
I cherish every complement
Until one comment is said
It makes me think more and more
Until my mind is made
I will never be like them
I start to spiral
In an endless tunnel winding thin
I will have to run the extra mile
They seem flawless
Whats wrong with me
The endless cycle
The shame no one will see
I see her with him wishing I could have the same
She eats three meals am I going insane
I know I'll never be her
I have to stop listening to my heart
and start using my brain
I skip meals
There still better
I don't know how it feels
To feel lighter than a feather
They can sing and dance
They can act
I never had the chance
Because of years I will never get back
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