Prayer for teens

Father, comparison is the air I breathe. I look at grades, faces, follower counts. I notice who got asked, who got chosen, whose room looks like a magazine. I have turned my life into a leaderboard. I am always in the middle and never happy with where I land. You said in Jeremiah 31:33 that You would write Your truth on my heart, not post it on the outside for everyone to see. What makes me Yours cannot be ranked. It cannot be captioned. Hold me to that. Pull me off the leaderboard. I would rather be real with You than look good to people who barely think about me. Teach me to be glad when someone else wins. Let me cheer for the friend whose post got more likes than mine. Help me get curious about my own life again, instead of measuring it against everyone else's edited version. Being unknown to the algorithm is not the same as being unknown to You. Amen.