I'd probably notice first,
How they looked
Maybe there would be some who never cut their hair short,
Because they liked being just another face in the crowd
Maybe it would be because they were really girly,
Or because they were too afraid to be different.
I'd probably notice second,
How they talked
Maybe some would speak of conformity,
Out of fear or spirituality
Maybe some would be rude and inconsiderate,
And some would care too much.
the third thing I would definitely notice,
Is how successful they were
Some would have straight As,
And some would have dropped out years ago
Some would live in a beautiful home,
And some on the streets.
But the last thing that I would notice,
The thing that would hit me the hardest
Is how much happier some are,
Or how much smarter,
Or how handsome or beautiful
I'd see how much better off some of them were,
And I don't know how I'd react
Maybe some of I would fall apart,
Maybe some would become stronger
But at the same time,
the me who is I
Would realise,
That they are not me
What makes up me,
Are my past experiences and lessons
And I could waste my time dreaming of being them,
But I'd rather spend it making myself better than them
Better in the way that maybe only I value,
But I don't need the envy of others to enjoy my own merits.