Seven Sins: Envy
You find someone who intimidates you.
They have something that you want badly.
And therefore they are superior, the few.
You would do any thing to have the same.
Sitting in your dark world, festering now.
It is cold and quiet in the world you know.
A desire for something and wondering how.
To do what needed to be done to get the same.
If only you were like that person, all the better.
Why should they have something and you not.
You now feel jealous to no end and seem bitter.
Maybe this person is a friend or a friendly neighbor.
But that does not matter, they really should share.
What makes them any better then you anyways.
You do not want to cause harm but maybe fear.
Just enough that they see the seriousness of it.
You feel people look down at you and make fun.
Maybe if you had the same qualities as they did.
The more it festers and then you end up with a gun.
But does it have to be this way, why not just share.
They were the innocent one with no wrong doing.
But you just could not leave it all behind you now.
And now this madness has given you a new viewing.
Now you sit in a cell with nothing but growing envy.
Copyright © Lynn Batson | Year Posted 2013
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