The Age Old Story Of Jealousy Poem by Jennie Scheihing

She always sits straight, proud and tall
I sit slumped, invisible and small.
She is thin, a winding stair rail
I’m simply not; I seem as big as a whale.
Her hair is perfect- following every trend
My hair blonde and frizzes at the end.
Her features are pretty, if not beautiful
Mine are boring, simplistic and dull.
She is just so nice, you can’t think wrong
I’m not the same, I just don’t belong.
She laughs all the time and jokes around
I try so hard, yet am not such a clown.
The boys prefer her, she is the best
They don’t like me, I wasn’t blessed.
She is so smart, she gives me advice
I try my hardest, but I can’t suffice.
I know it’s not a contest, she is the trend setter
No matter what I do, she’s always one notch better.