When I looked at you, I saw myself less,
I wish I had what you had, but was it best?
What made me think that I’m not good?
I may have felt misunderstood.
It was by me, and not by you,
I just tried to fit a role untrue.
I felt the yearning for the trait in you,
And seem to think it’s hard to get.
But little did I stop to think,
That what I have is just as good.
To match my flair with yours was silly,
It made our beings seem unreal.
Instead, I focused on my assets,
Smoothing them out, until they’re clear.
I still have moments when I’m yearning,
Whenever I see other people shine.
It’s just that now the veil is lifted,
And I can see me just as bright.