JealousyA Poem by victoria
I am jealous of her.
The way she walks around with her head high, while I slouch with my hood up. I am jealous of her clear wrist, while mine is scattered. The jealousy makes me hate her, though I do not want to, She is my best friend after all. Jealousy haunts me though. Every time I hang out with her, I can't help but feel angry. Angry that her smile reaches her eyes that sparkle. I am jealous that she knows how to be happy.
© 2016 victoria |
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