A Colorful Curse

My blood boils green



At the sight of perfection



The sound of euphoria



And the painful feel



Of crushing inferiority.





My eyes ignite



From sparks of emerald envy



Sending a fiery gaze



Toward the flawless one



The destroyer of my ego.





My self esteem is buried



In the worm infested dirt



Beneath the luscious lime fields



That gently kiss her feet



In her personal garden of Eden.





My face turns a sickly jade



At my own weakness



Of being unable to break



The trance I’m under



Of incurable insufferable jealousy.

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