why me no perfect

I look. I stare. I blink

She looks back. I look down. Ashamed

I study my hands. Nails look crooked. Should have cut them

I look up again. She looks away. I stare.

Why me no have long hair like her.

I touch my hair. Feel it. hate it.

She looks back. Me no blink. She is pretty

I look away. Ashamed. Why me no perfect like her.

 

she looks at me. Sees me looking down. Stares

Touches her hair. Feels it. Hates it

Why her hair no short and cute like mine

She looks down. Looks up again. Stares

We lock eyes. She looks down. Ashamed

Why she no perfect like me

 

 

Author's Note

This is my first piece..