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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