Picture Perfect

This item of writing that I wrote is about the inside and outside of a situation.

She's so stupid living in her own little world.
She's not the only one he has.
He has plenty of other girls.
Still I crave to be where she is.
I'm outside looking in,
but really I wish I was his.
She shouldnt be with him.
This is just wrong.
How does she do it.
She's being so strong.
That's when I took one look into her eyes.
I could see her pain.
And all of the coved up lies.
On the outside looking in,
I feel her pain.
Outside lies the sun.
And inside hides the rain.
I looked in the mirror,
and I could see her face.
Suddenly I was locked in.
I was trapped in one place.
As I stared at her
the pain would reflect.
I didnt see the mistakes,
because I thought that the picture was perfect.
I hated and envied her.
That I could easily see.
Then I took one last look,
and saw that she was me.