When I look at her, I see perfect.

When I look at her, I see flawless.

When I look at myself, I see an issue.

When I look at myself, I see development.

When I look at anyone else, I judge them.

Do I mean to judge them?

Do I mean to judge her?

I do not know what I mean.

All I know is that what I see is what I want to be.

When I see her, I see someone who has freedom.

When I see her, I see someone who has friends.

Why do I not have freedom?

Why do I not have friends?

Why do I not know?

Was it because of my jealousy?

Was it because of my loss?

Was it just because?

I do not blame her for my pain.

I do not blame them for my shame.

I only wish for the things others have.

Which is a lot I can get if I try and stop whining.

Looking at all the people before me, I see issues, problems, mess-ups, stress, and fear.

When I look out at her, I see confidence and creativity.

I see something I want.

I see something I need.

I see something I know I can get If I try and stop whining.

But will I ever have it?

Will anyone ever know that I will have it?

Will anyone ever care if I will have it?

Will anyone ever care?

Will I even care?

When I look at her, I see perfect.

When I look at her, I see flawless.

When she looks at me, she sees…nothing.