My Selfish Lament

I wish I were prettier. Thinner. More out-going. Funnier. Smarter. More individual. More interesting. I wish people would stop by my room and ask for me, for once. I wish my teeth were straight, that my face wasn't so round and forgettable. I wish I weren't boring.

In short, I wish I were her. But I'm not, so all I can ever hope to be is the wallflower, the shadow

Placed as a draft, and not finished.