My Forgiveness Is Judged
All these years she envied me,
she envied my looks,
the way I walked,
the manner in which I talked.
My courage was envied,
my strength could never be toppled,
her dream for me to fall,
was crushed as I stood tall.
From a far I was watched,
not because she cared,
it was a jealousy that took hold,
like a madness when one seeks gold.
We don't even know one another,
yet she blames me for her life,
she is guilty of alot,
there are secrets she keeps locked.
Pitiful is the only word I could mutter,
as I see her from afar,
out shopping one day,
I did not stay.
I feel sorry for her some how,
as If she was ever worth it,
maybe I should give it a try,
never, no never will I.
Maybe someday,
maybe someday,
no way,
no way.
Copyright © Vickie Hurtt - Thayer | Year Posted 2023
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