I once dreamed of being like you,

But then I got to know you,

And I changed my mind.

You wear high heels and skirts,

I wear sneakers and torn jeans,

Maybe I am not supposed to be like you at all.

I once wanted to be as perfect as you,

I wanted your life,

Your friends,

Your popularity,

But now I have seen who you really are,

And it's not me,

I can't change into something I am not.

Now I see,

I will never have what you have,

I will never experience what you experience,

But I guess I shouldn't complain

Since you're world isn't as perfect as it seems.

I have seen that you have troubles,

I have seen how people talk about you too,

So maybe we aren't that different after all,

And I should just be glad to be me.