You Make Me Have Jealously Poem by Clara Diskley

Everything you do is so perfect
You're perfect friends, perfect life, perfect job
Compared to me I'm nothing but a failure
I wanna be that girl whose really succeful
But no, you take all the glory
It would be nice if once you could say my name
You're nothing but a liar
A liar to get whatever you want, whenver you want
I'm different, I'm not gonna hurt people
to get what I want
At least I dont have to buy my friends
People like me for me, not what I have
If that's all you care about, then fine
You're the real loser
And in the end, i really do win
Not a trophey but the happiness of knowing
that I'm a much better person
Even though i might get jealous, i bet sometimes
you feel jealous of me too,
cause I'm not fake, nor anything like you,
Or who you are pretending to be
So, In the end it it's okay,
I like who i am, i wouldn't change that
in a million years