I see you're beautiful,
though I am not,
I yearn to be you,
but here I rot.

I'll not let people,
see you through me,
because you are,
what I never could be.

Only I am to be blamed,
for what I am now,
consistently managed,
to let you down.

Clean up, I have to,
it's about **** time,
like you, I have to be,
charming and sublime.

There shall come a day,
I'll shine bright and blue;
I haven't given up on me,
and neither should you.