I always envied her.
she had everything.
at sixteen she owned a car,
and boy did life really bless her.
I always envied her.
she wore fancy dresses,
while people often mistake me as one of the waitresses,
giving me snobby stares and more than often; dishes.
I always envied her.
every night wishing,
at the stars in the sky; shining,
to get an inch closer,
to become an equal; I don't mind being a rival.
I still envy her.
its been years now,
she still has her radiance and beauty,
I sure she doesn't feel a little bit guilty;
I tried to be like her and I lost my sanity.
I envied her.
a mad person filled with anger,
I did what I had to; envy to murder,
still with her dead,
I know in my soul, I still envied her.
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Author:
Jan_Yin (
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- Comment from author about the poem: another one ….. I think I use to many commas lol don't be shy to tell me what you all think later
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I think murder is not good!
lol I know but it gives it a dark twist doesn't it
I really like the way you’ve written this. And a very satisfying end.
thank you so much
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