everything i do
is always done better.
and i understand--
why you'd rather choose her.

she kicks me down
and stomps me into the ground,
because she's not even
competing
in this stupid
competition i've manifested in my head.

i sing, she sings it better.
i write, she writes it better.
she plays it better.
she wears it better.
she cooks it better.
she will always be better than me.

but just know that i have,
and always will,
try my best.

*(but her best is better.)