Something makes us so angry,
We feel that jealousy kills,
We become like a tree,
Wondering at very high hills.
No mate that we're sad,
Nobody cares so why worry,
We start losing all we had,
Just because they didn't say sorry.
Sensitive we become,
Yes, we cry so easily,
Some people are useless but some,
Are needed so badly.
When we're jealous from friends,
That's because we're alone,
Jealousy never ends,
Unless our heart is a stone.
Sometimes we're forced to be jealous,
Cause we're afraid to lose someone's care,
However we know that they are ours,
It's just the thought of 'Life is unfair.'
Accept everything even if,
Something hurts you a lot,
Just simply act as if,
You forget things on the spot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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