Simple Jealousy

The new girl on the swim team, she came horrible, it took her 2 weeks to become better than me. And a lot of other fast swimmers. She moved up into my group after 2 weeks on the swim team. It took me 10 months to move up to this group. She's really mean, and she has multiple personalities. When she comes to swim team, she's got all the coaches eating out of the palm of her hand. The reason why I'm jealous of her, and not the fastest girls on the swim team, is because they worked hard for what they earned, and they deserve every trophy, medal, and ribbon they ever got. She just comes, and she's great, and she's mean, and she's got me jealous. She's even got me crying. So, I guess, she wins. Because no matter how hard I work, I will never be as good, as talented, smart, or pretty as she is. I wanted to be remembered, I wanted to be remembered as the talented, fast girl, who everyone loved. Now that she came, compared to her, I'm nothing. Now, I'm going to just remembered, as that girl. She has taken all my dreams, all my hopes, all my friends, all my dignity, and she just crushed them. Right there. I still pretend sometimes though, that I'm the bigger person. Although I work harder than she does, and even though swimming is my life, and swimming is her hobby, no matter what I say, or do, or how many workouts I do...she'll still be, the perfect swimmer.