I'm compared, I am contrasted by everyone and myself
Should I change the person that I am or put my feelings on a shelf
I have everything I could need but still I thirst for more
I try to keep myself up but I am falling through every trap door
I lose myself in beautiful spirits and minds made of gold
If only I could be that way but I am afraid I have lost my hold
I remove myself from the floor but nothing seems to change
I look in the mirror, but instead of familiar I see strange
This is the one I am compared to, I knew it from the day we met
I am nothing more than a shadow she is blonde and I, brunette
When will I stand out? When will my real colors shine?
I have to face the obvious and only stick with what is mine
I will never be as thin or pretty as this person who I see
only God knows what others don't, and he has a plan for me
I hunger to be myself, the girl I really want to be true
The girl who follows this list daily: Jesus, others, you
I am not a perfect barbie doll that’s not hard to figure out
I can choose to live with my burdens or I can choose to live without.