Jealous

You look

miserable?

Fragile, weak and feeling like

every breath I breathe

is a struggle

and every moment I fight back tears

is a victory?

so

damn

pretty.

You are

going through hell?

Because my own self-loathing

has been ripping me apart,

and I’ve sought to reassemble my soul

in all the wrong ways?

so

damn

skinny.

I am

clueless?

Oblivious, and oh-so-naive,

uncomprehending of your pain?

ignorant, and

adding fuel to the fire?

so

damn

jealous.