I'm jealous
I'm jealous of those who's parents support them no matter what
I'm jealous of those who were already born in the right bodies and know who they are
of those with freckled cheeks
Covering their faces like lost starsI'm jealous of those with glass souls and hearts of gold
I'm jealous of those with honey dripping from their voices
There hair surrounding their soft features like a curtain of velvet.I want to be them
Those guys with hair made of ash
And skin made of silkThat make everyone drop at their knees.
I wish I could be them. I wish I could be more
But it hurts knowing it in my core
That I'll never be them.
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Poems of life
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote at 1am out of boredom. Most of which are sad or depressing, but they're filled with meaning. If you understand these poems because of personal experience, I'm sorry you do.