She’s so pretty
Perfect, flawless, effortless,
A 10/10 even without makeup.
And here I am, in front of the mirror,
Layering foundation like armor,
Hiding the cracks that scream insecurity.

I look at her,
And I see everything I’ll never be.
Her smile draws you in,
Her confidence radiates,
Her presence—undeniable.
While me?
I’m just… there,
Invisible, fading into the background,
Trying to stand out with every stroke of mascara
That barely holds my fragile self together.

But I...