Jealous

I have dreams,

dreams of someone who's me. 

she's me but in a different world

a world where she gets all I wish I did;

I despise her a little too much

I envy her existence. 

she appears in my dreams,

making me aware of all that I wished for

but never got to keep.

her personality is contrasting to mine-

she is bold and confident

but still she's nice

she is the rose, every flower wishes to be,

she is the colour, all the colours fall beneath. 

she is radiant, she is bright

she has the charm of a tiger

she is as graceful as the lion. 

I look upon her

at her beauty, and her grace. 

if she's me,

why are we so different?

why does she get to have all that I desire?

why should I be the one to be set on fire?

I deserve half the happiness she has, do I not?

am I so unworthy of love and affection? 

I stare into her eyes as she looks up at the sky

her eyes are brighter and livelier than mine

her eyes portray her pure untainted soul. 

I think to myself

we are alike on the inside, kind and a heart of gold. 

on the exterior we differ,

she gets to live her life

while I have to struggle to fight for my own.