The Mirror

I walk around everyday comparing myself to others.

Always looking out the window at others.
Always avoiding me, myself.
Always avoiding looking in the mirror.

I walk around thinking,
"I wish I had cloths like her,
had her hair,
her boyfriend,
her grades.

I wish I could do things as good as her...

then everything wrong with my life would be perfect."

All I am doing here is just looking out the window,
The window of comparison.

So I don't have to look at all the things I don't have, inside.

"I don't have cool hair like her,
or cloths like her that are so cute,
the looks that make heads turn.
I'm not as cute as that girl in my math class,
or as confident as her.

I wish i could be anyone other than me......"

I just sit here looking out the window, never to even turn to see what might be on the inside.