Envy - Part 1

Part one of a two-part poem.

The mirror says

I'm not pretty enough

There's so much 

I need to cover up

I glance at her,

She looks fine

Sometimes I wish 

Her face was mine

She doesn't see she's an envy

Just her smile

Is enough 

There's nothing she

Needs to cover up

Her confidence,

Her perfect looks

I'll never know why

She hides behind her books

She doesn't see she's an envy