That Girl

Look at her so beautiful and tall​
long hair the color of fall​

she walks long stride after stride​
and on her face is a look of pride​

I look in the mirror at that ugly girl​
the one who's hair doesn't curl​

when I walk it's without confidence​
I walk in fear and in defense​

My shoulders slump, my head falls low​
my stride is also kinda slow​

where did that pretty girl go?​
we look around but she won't show​

she sat with friends a smile on her face​
while I run home like I’m in a race​

that girl who always said hello​
was someone that I used to know