She is beautiful.
She is charming and funny.
She is different and special and everybody loves her.
I want to be her.
I didn't know that until I met her, but it is true.
She is everything I have ever dreamed of being but am not.
I am average.
I am not pretty or memorable or cheerful.
I am melancholy and mystic.
I keep secrets and she lets everyone see her for who she is.
She is lovely and I wear a scowl.
She is a princess and I am a sorceress.
She is gifted with what she does and I have had to struggle.
He thinks I'm perfect the way I am, but to my shame, that isn't enough for me.
I guess no matter how good our lives become, some of us will always resent the prom queen.