Jealousy is a two-headed bitch
One's for past lovers, one for enemies
It glows green in the dark, it'll make you itch
It'll grow big and just make you screech
It'll ruin your life, make you think of the past
It'll make you feel worse witch each day that passed
Without doing anything,
Without proving yourself,
Without making someone see what they gave up themselves
Or what they took for granted and never looked back
How they just acted the way of a whack,...
They just seem to not notice how great you are, right?
How you're the greatest of all, the knight dressed in white,
Or the one that could beat them and always end up higher
The one that could make them spit out some fire.
Want people to feel rage, regret and sorrow and loss
To turn right into the color of moss
But the one feeling like this
The one that's writing this poem is.

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