every time I look at you,
I pity myself.
for I envy you,
the beauty that you possess.
the looks that comes your way,
the way you carry yourself.
it comes naturally.
beautiful people like you,
makes me wanna cry,
for everything seems to be falling in place for you,
but not for me.
for I am not as perfect as you,
I am not as beautiful as you.
you seem to flow carelessly at the rivers of life
but I have to face every bumps and bruises,
because I am not you.
I can never be like you.
you are always perfect
and i am just borderline perfect.