Envy
Twisting and turning,
The tables of green,
People are learning,
The ways of the mean.
I wish to be like the others,
So delicate and fair,
But there is another,
With beauty beyond compare.
There is a person with beauty,
That is far greater than anyone can see,
And though I wish it,
That person is not me.
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