Compition Poem by Silence Dogood

I feel this compition.
And its breaking us apart.
Were playing like a game.
Trying to win his heart.

Every conversation.
Is one more tear shed.
Every word spoken.
Is a signal in my head.

But im tired of this.
Cause you're going to win.
Your much more prettier.
And way more slim.

Im not much of anything.
Not pretty or cool.
And everytime I open my mouth.
I sound like such a fool.

But this is the first guy.
I can say I honestly like.
But I feel played like a record.
And spit on like a mike.

And I feel this compition.
Its going to break us apart.
I'll lose you as a friend.
While you win his heart.