My sister, the godess

The beauty, the Belle

The fairest one in the mirror

The pretty Giselle

She's pretty

She's a princess

She's bossy, and can be a sassysquatch

Still she gets to run the world

Tell me how is that fair?

She's a brat, but gets away with it

Gets away with anything, they

Bow to her wishes, and I would bow too

But she would simply walk over me

She

Looks past my eyes

And ignores my words

I'm not good enough for her

She hates me

But I think she is so beautiful

She has everything

Whatever she wears fits perfectly on her

Her skin is gorgeous and

Her hair is long and luscious

She's perfect and I am nothing

I am nothing

Still she hates me

My sister, the godess

The beauty, the Belle

The fairest one in the mirror

The pretty Giselle