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I'm not very good at poetry, but I wrote this earlier to try and express how I was feeling. It is also really short.
They've always liked her better, I could tell it in their eyes.
How they laughed and chatted along with her to me was no surprise.
Was she: pretty,smart, or a social butterfly? All of the above.
Unlike me,the other sister, who so happened to look like her, was not as blessed.
Envy polluted my thoughts day by day,
until I realized I too could be a pretty monster.
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This is my updated version I revised.
A Pretty Monster
They've always liked her better, I could tell it in their eyes.
How they laughed and chatted along with her to me was no surprise.
She was a pretty,smart, and a social butterfly way up high,and I was the dust beneath her feet.
We were so alike in appearance but different in content.
Envy polluted my thoughts day by day, with dreams filled with her at night.
And sunrise only brought despair until I realized I too could be a pretty monster.
