Envy.

You believe that you are the only one that did find love, so you strike
out towards all that hold it near.

Your rage is full of envy. You sulter around in this mask of green. You
are.

Envy means only one thing.
Envy is how You wish You were someone else.
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(I'm not used to this style of poetry so I shall revert to a more
simpler form)

You speak of the pain you feel,
You make it such a big deal,
You sulk and you whine,
You cry all the time,
so get over it! and have a big meal.

But you rather put feeling on scroll,
to me thats almost as dull,
to hear of your rants,
as you go wet your pants,
and you weep all your problems to a mole.

But trust me I know your in the zone,
I once felt like you- alone,
I gathered my friends,
to stick with me 'till the ends,
and now my poem is done.



Penned by my hand on the 13th of Ios, in the year 127 MA.