Why must you mock me with your presence
You are something that I could never be
You are like a god, the all mighty, loved by many and I am just one small unwanted thing in this universe
We could not even compare
I'll admit im jealous
Jealous because you look pretty without even trying
Jealous because No matter how hard I try, how much work I put in I end up in this state of disappointment
So I must continue this thing we call life
As something that will never truly be loved
YOU ARE READING
My Thoughts
PoetryWell welcome to my perspective on life. Most of the time anyway. Well almost all the time. So read, don't read. At the end of the day it's your life. Not mine.
