I see her walking in the hallways Flawless as can be. So effortlessly pretty, And so much unlike me.
When she's with me in a classroom I simply sit and gaze. How'd he ever leave someone So beautiful in countless ways?
With her gorgeous hazel doe eyes, And wild mane of curled black hair. I watch her and I see Everything he once saw there.
Her smile and her dimples Are so easy to love; Unlike my crooked grin, So easy to let go of.
She always dresses nicely, Looking cute and sweet each day. I never look as good as her, Though I try in every way.
She has no need for makeup; Her skin is tan and clear. Mine is pale and flawed, My features harsh and severe.
I wonder why he chose me Instead of chasing her again. I watch the girl with admiration, But hold jealousy within.
And then one day I caught her Looking back at me the same way. I wonder if she was thinking, "Why'd he ever give me a way?"
A poem written in a history class over a year ago out of jealousy and self-pity, after meeting eyes with the one I so envied. This beautiful and strong woman is someone I am now proud and lucky to call a friend.