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. 

The End

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