Jealous~ An Original Poem By: Christina PT.

I want everything that you have.
I'll admit it, I'm jealous.
But it doesn't help when you flaunt it to me,
as though you were trying to make me jealous.
Your life seems so perfect,
although I realize everyone has their own problems.
I know one of yours, I know it's big.
But then there's all those little things that you complain about,
and you don't even realize what I go through.
Or anyone else for that matter.
You never ask, or wonder.
All you do is worry about yourself.
And yet,
I'm jealous.
Why is that?
You just seem to get everything you'd ever want.
And you don't even earn it.
It's handed to you on a golden platter.
That's why I'm jealous,
over materialistic things.
So doesn't that make me no better than you?