I am jealous.

I am jealous
at how she can carry herself
so well
even if things arent turning out right for her.

I am jealous
at her ability
to cry
to let the tears fall.

I am jealous
at how she can talk to him
like nothing else matters
and he replies her with something humorous.

I am jealous at her smile.

I am jealous
at how she could smile at him,
and he would smile back.

I am jealous
at how she could live her carefree life
even if her maths sucks
even if she's gonna fail.

I am jealous
at how everyone else crowds around her
just because she's there.

I am jealous
at how she amazes everyone
at how she manages to make everyone laugh
without even trying.

I know i'm supposed to be satisfied
to feel happy
with all life's given me.

But why do these butterflie of life
flutter by her window
and not mine?

Why do the jam of happiness
spread so thickly on her toast
and yet
i'm deprived of that sweetness in my heart?

Why must i have this sour feeling in me?
I dont wanna resent you.