opposite, in most ways

to me, explains something, i'd say

but still i am

envious, so, so envious even

at this point, and your false claims,

genius, genius, sure as river rapids, ocean tides

and you are humble, mellow, calm as a swimming pool in winter

how i envy such composition, immunity

weight, even so

i try not to express, describe my

envy, this lust for likeness

yet it resides here, it still remains,

a dark pit in my stomach, corroding my insides and

you are

everything i could

ask to be, at this point

and never will


but you know this, you know it you know it and i

am but a fool,

a fool of great potential

though still such a


(-ish child)