It Makes Me

A poem on how jealous I am at other people in relationships

As I see their happiness and glee
It makes me think about me
It makes me think about my life and all that happened
It makes me think the things I've should have done but hadn't
It makes me wonder about my happiness, my glee
But then it makes me realize it was never meant to be
Now why does things go slow and boring?
Why do I try when all people are doing is snoring?
It makes me feel empty and bare
It makes me mad and I swear
It makes me want to do something, anything at all
It makes me want to accomplish before I fall
But as you know people snore when I try
It is the same as trying to fly
It makes me remind me I must be worry-free
It makes me patient until I finish my destiny
So as I see their happiness and glee
It makes me think about me
It makes me think about how much I fought
It makes me realize I need a lot
But yet I continue to go and fight
I will never see the light
I need to stop and wait and actually see
I will get what I need and it make me....