Always second

I felt the hate
Because I'm only second rate
This twist of fate
I have come to realize my best isn't good enough
When you ask my mommy she'll deny it
"Stop Comparing" she'll say like every time before
But when I look in her eyes
apart of me dies
as I see past those ghastly lies
They guys?
Can't forget them
I look at myself in the mirror and see
a beautiful girl staring back at me
they don't see what I see
what really makes me, me
better than the best
above all the rest
But then I step out to face them
I watch my confidence die
They point and laugh at my measly try
Attempting to stand out by and by
Yet in the end I stand alone and cry
I still ask my the question why
Don't I measure up?
Don't I meet your standards?