Jealousy

Sometimes I be jealous; I admit
The hardships I saw made me like this
I try to remain strong
But things can never turn right when they are already wrong

I look at faces with an impish glee
I find its opposite and it’s always me
I see the bodies, people adore
Want something ;to bring it there are four
I see above me there's only one
Who has to do for three, alone.
When I see his frustrated face 
I say to me, “that won't look good at your face”
Deep inside the heart that wish lies
And expectation of other wishes also dies

And they say I am not being stubborn
Not knowing that my wishes die before they are born
I try not to love because it will never be the same
Then they say I don’t care, and is proud of my fame
I see people enjoying happily
There's always a melancholy darkness in my family
Humid clouds always form in my brain's tiers
And weeps like rain forming my eye's tears
I see people starving but joyful
Then turn around and find us mourning with our bellies full

It all makes my body fall apart and heart to tear
I can't be strong anymore because I can't bear
I try to ignore my expectations and burn it, because
Sometimes I be jealous; I admit
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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