In a world so social, its hard not to compare,

I tell myself not too, but still I dare.

All I can do , is wonder why?

Why is there life so perfect, not mine?

The face that I put on is one of content.

Im adventurous, Im lucky, im heaven sent.

But really inside, what is it they dont see?

That sometimes I absolutely hate being me.

Why am I awkward, dumb and alone?

Why cant I find out what is my "zone"

I dont know where I should belong,

because i cant seem to get why we dont get along?

I try to be me, and rejection is there,

why does life never seem fair?

The thought is there, it crosses my mind,

who would miss me if i left this world behind?

But then I decide, its not about me.

The act of service sets me free.

I see the pain , and imperfection of the world,

and i can see im not the only hurting girl.

There are good times and bad times for everyone,

one bad moment doesnt mean I am done.

I have fun, I am blessed and Im learning to see,

how much value this world actually holds for me.

Its a sickness, a disease, sometimes Im overcome,

the comparison, the addiction is the part that is dumb.

Its not me, im great , in fact the very best me,

and now that is what i am starting to see.

How beautiful are the leaves on a flower?

how a simple bee holds so much power.

My life isnt perfect, but do you wanna know what?

No one has a life like that but,

in a world so socially based what we see,

is the star reel of their lives, not the behind the scenes.

Life is worth living, its a beautiful gift.

dont judge, dont compare and your life will shift.

no one knows what you hide behind that smile,

so serve and listen and talk for a while.

The respect youll gain, the imperfection youll see,

is what makes you realize how great life can be.

Support, love, and send see the strength that pours,

and youll save many lives, but most importantly yours.