I'm Needy and Irrational

I have this,
perhaps irrational,
need to feel special.

I'm always convinced,
no matter what my relationship with a person,
there's someone they like better.

Someone smarter,
wittier,
prettier.
Anything really.

If I have any good qualities,
there's some lovely person out there who can trump me.

And the thing is,
it's true.
This isn't just self-pity.

There are people more charming than I am.
There are people more interesting than I am.

There are people who have so much more to offer than I do.

These people exist.
And they're abundant.
Like ants, really.

Annoyingly superior ants.