I have it all
I pretend to help
But truth be told
I laughed as I watched you fold.
One bad man, one sick man
You go through them like wine
I smile and pretend to care
Yet when you need me most, I'm never there.
I flaunt all my winnings
Rubbing them deeper into your wounds
But all the time I lie and cry with when tears rain
I am a liar and a fake, for it is your truth that I have slain.
Yet today you are victor
I am the fallen, the dishonored
You have the better prize
And all I can do is accept
Now salt shall be smeared in to my fresh wounds of envy.
Poem About Envy
Oh My God, I Am All That I Hate
Published by Family Friend Poems January 2012 with permission of the Author.
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