"I'm not as pretty as she is   

Acne scars covering my face  

Dark circles under my eyes  

She's clearly winning this race 

Running miles ahead of me  

I'm forgotten in the cloud of dust  

That she kicked up behind her   

All I see on your face is disgust   

When you look straight at me

Matching my face in the mirror  

When I observe my body  

My mind spots error after error

Maybe it's all an illusion

Cause people keep telling me

I'm living in delusion

I'm so pretty and skinny

What's there not to love?

I don't see it though

My mind only sees what needs to be fixed

Only the parts of me that don't glow

And there sure is a lot of that to see

Comparison is slowly killing me

My mom advises me to love myself

No matter what

But my body type isn't in style right now

I can't be loved

I don't have curves like her

And I don't have a smile like yours

Lately, my own skin has felt too tight

Like a pair of uncomfortable jeans

I'm too scared to look at it in the light

I'm clearly not what the word "pretty" means

But then again, how is "pretty" really seen?"