Compare me to her pretty mind. It's like looking into a foggy mirror, where the only things I see are the parts you feel don't need improvement.
Compare me to her pretty mind. Cut me open and rearrange my insides so that I fit your better mold.
Compare me to her pretty mind. So the only thoughts that consume me are "how do I become better than her?"
Compare me to her pretty mind. Tell me that I need to be strong in who I am, then list me the reasons as to why I won't measure up to your relentless expectations.
Compare me to her pretty mind. Push me over the edge and assume I'll sit quietly like your pretty mold.
Compare me to her pretty mind. So that when the day is done, and I lay awake at night, I know my best will never be enough to please you
Why do they compare me to beautiful people, knowing I can't measure up?