'Omg, I just keep getting
SO many texts!'
You say to me as I look down 
In dread.

You don't mean to hurt me,
You never do,
It's just that you're popular and,
That makes me blue.

I know I'm different and,
Shouldn't compare,
But when you all chat,
I disappear into thin air.

You're not mean,
You're just perfect,
You're pretty and fun,
And I'm just hurting because,
All I wanna do is run.

I guess you could say,
I'm jealous of you,
But I know, even then,
You wouldn't know the truth.

An innocent lie,
Keeps building up,
Wish I could be honest but,
No-one would care so I guess,
It's just my luck.