Look at you
Pepperoni pizza face
In chess club you’re always first place
But never win in the beauty race
Blotchy pale skin that won’t hold a tan
More boring than my grandmother’s Raisin Bran
And
Look at me
Pores clogged with makeup,
Brain clouded with ignorance
Golden locks down to my waist, perfectly curled
I rule the world
Look at you
Socially awkward but bright as can be
Never worn anything more than jeans and a tee
You will be more than anything I could possibly foresee
An inseminator, a gemologist
Jobs I don’t even know exist
Look at me
Dumbfounded, jaw slack with envy
That porcelain skin you once knew, burning red, infuriated
Your success makes me cringe
I’m undone, I’m unhinged
But I still
Look at you