Next to You

Rip through me,
Like I am,
Nothing at all.

When I am,
Next to you,
I feel so small.

Why can't I,
Compare to,
The greatness of you?

When I am,
Next to you,
I feel like a fool.

Could you spare,
To give me,
A secret of yours?

When I am,
Next to you,
I feel so poor.

How can you,
Rip through me,
Like I'm nothing at all?

When I am,
Next to you,
I feel so small.