Your Jealousy Poem by Maryya Dean Rajkumar

Do you look at me,

And feel the rage of jealousy?

For I am the inspiration

You can never, ever be.

You tried to tread on my feelings,

And crush me with your pain,

You did this so many times,

For you it became a game.

You said I was a devil's child,

Possessed, confused and depressed.

So today, I stand tall, and I object,

To your theories and your threats.

Do I bother you that much,

When I walk along that path?

A path that once stood,

Close to your heart.

I gave you my all,

I once called you a friend,

A feeling I will never, ever bring back,

As long as I live, until the very end.

Your jealousy tore us apart,

With no remorse in your heart.

In my eyes now,

You're just a lowlife tart,

With no class,

Living in my past.