Envy of what others have,
Wearing me down so deep,
Always comparing,
Never being satisfied.
The constant jealousy,
Eating away at my mind,
Always wishing I could have what they do,
Always wanting something more.
It's as if I can never be happy or grateful for the things I have,
Always the wanting of other things,
A jealousy that's tearing me apart.
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They're both amazing dancers 🙁
Jan. 15, 2024
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𝐎𝐡, 𝐌𝐲 𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐥.
PoetryMy soul speaks as my soul will. Do not silence it. Some of those poems are just for fun but in the end, they were all written by me, so please don't take any credit from them 1k reads on 24.02.24
