Perfectly Envious
I can't help myself
I watch them constantly
With their perfect lives
They prance around everyone
Showing off, grasping for attention
Their new noses make me laugh
The friends are a disgusting brood
I'm sick of the bags, clothes, houses
And all of their "rightful" success
Even their picture perfect family
Makes me want to vomit
Why not me?
Am I not worth ten times more
Then ten of these fake, back stabbing
Shallow, corporate climbing whores?
I can't take my eyes off them.
I am obsessed,
Glutton for punishment.
I sit watching and wallering
In a self made pity pot.
Envy has completely clouded
Everything that was once me.
I just simply want to know.
Why can I not be perfect too?
M. Lyn Church
June 31, 2013
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