Her

I say hi
as he walks by.
Slow,elegant,graceful.
Then theres her,
who he seems to lure.
Closer,closer,
like I.

She sees me.
Oh, look at her glee!
Shes happy that im not with him.
He pulls her away,
leading her astray,
as I stay with somber.
Pure somber.

She is beautiful
I, not exactly.
Her clothes are beautiful
Mine are tacky.
Random,ugly.
Not the best way to think.
Oh,no.
What have i become?
 
I am not ugly.
I am beautiful.
She is ugly.
Laughing at peoples pain,
THAT is no way to live.
My clothes are randomly beautiful.
She is no Ms. America.
I am.

He walks by,
and winks at me.
What glee!
She looks teary,
as he pulls me away.
Far away.
From her.