A wave of useless thoughts,
The junk inside which are lots.
You will find my life joyous,
Deep inside, it is poisonous.

Those vicious hours infront of the mirror,
Talking to myself about how much I can get unluckier.
They think their lives tough,
Eyes with tears and that bitchy laugh!

No, it is not a conversation about your life,
It is a competitive world in which we strive.
Jealousy is...