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.