The grass is greener

I want to be you.
You have lovely hair.
You never seem to stop smiling.
You always have a kind word to say.
Everybody loves you.

I want to be you.
My hair was the only thing my mother left me. I'd give it all away to have her back.
I keep smiling because I'm scared to cry. I may never stop.
I'm nice to people because so few people are nice to me.
I always feel so unloved.