She puts on her makeup,
My face is pale and plain.
She chooses her clothes carefully,
I put on what I have.
She holds hand with her boyfriend,
I walk the halls alone.
She listens to her music,
I can't understand the noise.
She's in pictures,
I'm in the shadows.
She's popular,
Everyone hates me.
She loves herself,
I don't.
Why can't I be like her?