Shamefulness creeps in me as I say this,
I am filled with a sinful feeling called Jealousy,
Achieving more than others is what I wish.
Because of it, Friends also turned into enemies.
Always desired more and more,
Never had the patience to wait for what's in the store.
Never I felt contained with what I have,
More and more sucess I crave.
Self centered with own priorities,
Wouldn't follow the rules of my duties.
I would look after myself first,
My toxic traits at worst.
Never in agreement with other's opinions
Judgements from my mouth, fast it runs.
Always trying for a change,
That's a lie I tell myself, how strange.
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My Melancholy (Poem)
PoetryMelancholy is strong, but my art is stronger. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• Melancholy in my tears, as they flew through years, Melancholy in my veins, Playing hurtful games. 🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿🌿 ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•...
