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