I guess you are complicated
You are known as the elaborated
A complex being you are
In my own perception
You are perfect in your
Imperfections and defined
By your sophistication.

Looking in my own reflection
I as a patient of rejection
This is my conclusion
Never lose your affection
You are indeed good

But I, I was born
Only to be torn….
To comparison we are bound
In competition we are found
Oh! Miss Sophisticated

I’m not like you
Nor do I wish to be
& never will I be.
I was born only to live
I fell & have risen like the sun
But life for you is full of fun.

Miss sophisticated
I don’t want to compete
All I want is to complete…
This race
The race of life…