He always makes me feel down
Yet he still wears the crown.
My mother loves him more than me
He’s everything I could never be.
His bragging is the devils game
I swear it’s driving me insane.
His ego owns me like a slave
I wish I could dance on his grave.
You call me crazy but you don’t understand
How he leaves with an empty hand.
Maybe if he wasn’t here
I would be able to laugh and cheer.
I wish he would just go away
As I cannot take another day
I don’t want to cry anymore
But his smile just leaves me sore
Then he ripped my heart away
When he hurt me bad that day
I’m crying on the bathroom floor
My mum is banging on the door
My soul has turned as cold as ice
Since his life is full of spice
Now I bleed here restlessly
That’s the power of jealousy.
- Author: Mash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 16th, 2017 16:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Jealousy is a powerful force, a disease. Don't let it control you. You are worth more than it. My second poem, please give your honest opinion! I like criticism to improve my work. Thanks for the support on my last poem by the way. :) Love reading the poems on here, you're all talented people.
- Category: Family
- Views: 76
Comments1
This is very good
I like the way you've
Written it.. I've never
Been a jealous person
I'm more of a giver...
I really like this....
Well done...
Thanks, that's good to hear 🙂
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