The Pretty Girl On The SideWalk

There she was again

The girl that walks right beside me

On the sidewalk, Down the street

She’s is a lot prettier than me

It never made sense that we look so different

She’s me

My shadow that haunts me like a ghost

Of the things I want or want to be

That girl next to me is so different than me

Her body doesn’t curve in weird areas

Or has extra fat in places that shouldn’t be there

She wears my clothes the way they’re supposed to be worn

I hate that pretty girl on the sidewalk

I hate her because she’s not me