Envy - Part 2

Part two of a two-part poem. The other perspective.

I look in the mirror

And hate what I see

Sometimes I wonder

What do they see in me?

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

I wish I had

Eyes like hers

Elle est belle,

Une vraie fleur

She doesn't see she's an envy