Jealous Of You Poem by Angela R. M. Ferrer

I look at you,
and I see myself.
I look at you,
and I feel the regret running through my veins,
reaching my heart, poisoning it,
ever so slowly.

When I see you smile,
my heart empties.
That smile used to belong to me.

When I see you lead,
my heart shatters,
I used to be in that place,
I used to be in-charge.

When I see you looking better,
I see me looking worse.
We're like the opposites now:
You, doing good,
Me, doing bad.

I wish I could go back,
go back to who I was before,
the exact same person who you are now,
the oppositte of who I am now.

All I can actually do is to try to change,
to change for the better,
as hard as I can.
To reach that humble, sweet throne once again.

No more lies,
No more worries,
No more anger,
No more haterd,
and most of all,
No more jealousy.