Once I asked myself why

Once I asked myself why I wasn't as pretty as her?

Or why I wasn't as good as her?

She's good at sports

She has so many friends

She's popular

Then there's me

Me, the one who has one friend, but whom is a guy

A friend who understands me, doesn't judge me, but at the same time

Can laugh at me and with me

I never noticed the problem until not long ago

But you're my only friend

Why does that matter?

It doesn't

But I wish I was popular

And pretty

And good at sports

But I am good at one thing

Messing things up