My skin is a fluorescent green like the neon signs in gas station windows
My hair is an earthy green like the ivy growing on the sides of my house
Mid spring leaves and flowers hide my envy from any curious eyes
Jealousy wakes my inner chameleon but I try not to make a habit of it

Like a newly blossomed oak leaf I can't ignore the guilt in my roots
I am proud of my friend for growing into a mystical thriving tree
However I want to reach the heights her branches passed years ago
No matter how many trees I climb it seems like I won't be able to achieve our shares dream