These thoughts swirl inside my head
Whisper evil things.
Tug at my self control.
You will never look like her;
she's the one they love.
As for me, here I stand.
I poke and I prod, disdain dripping from every pore.
Pinching here and there reveals all the bulges.
The curves, they tease.
I try to find their beauty but
the illusion cracks and all that's left are
mountains where there should be plains.