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