Envious

Im so jealous and envious of all the things a cannot do
I look at you and see all this talent
I should leave it there but i go a step further
I compare me to you
Thoughts run rampant throughout my mind
They tell me you are beautiful and talented then ask me why i am not
I write these poems but all i read is 'trash' and 'overreacting' and 'talentless'
I wish to be happy with what i have
But all i see is what my best friend has
What my sister has...
They get rewards, compliments, medals, and attention
I get whats left over
Expectations.

Yet that's not true is it?
Im my own being
Im unique And i have my own good points that make me great, right?
To bad, i dont feel like thats the truth...