I'm jealous of you because you're better than me. Everyone thinks you're better than me and I doubt myself, thinking you're better than me. I try, but its useless. You're great, you're the best, I've lost. Inside, you're a bitch, and everyone knows it, but outside, you're the best, you're the fucking shining star. My star is dull.
You hurt people. you turn them away, you piss them off. They tell me. They tell me things they could never say to your face, but they talk. They all do. Everyone knows the truth, but no one tells the truth. Its a secret, a world wide secret, hidden from you. But its really not. Because you know your power, the power you have, over everyone, to be the great.
I wish I was you. Your life is perfect. Don't pretend its not, don't look for pity. That's just part of your power, getting people to pity the poor unfortunate...you. Even I can't hate you, because you are the ultimate, and I worship you just like everybody else. Powerless, helpless, less than you.