deep in my heart, it blooms
not a flower but a weed
crushing everything in its path.

she looks prettier than me
she is smarter than me
she has more friends than me.

my heart burns inside at this
i despise feeling inferior, and so-
forgive me- i take it out on myself.

i must become prettier than her.
i must become smarter than her.
i must have more friends than her.

this weed consumes my heart, and snakes up
moving to conquer my tongue and my eyes
all i see is jealousy, all i speak is jealousy.

it's destroying me.
no one will help me.
i'll die like this, alone and unloved.

my body is consumed by jealousy
my soul is hollow now
all i can think about is superiority

i have to be better than her.