i feel sick.
Green bile is spewing inside of me.
my Eyes twitching left and right
to avoid your face, avoid the crinkles
that form your cheery cheeks,
your twinkling eyes.
i’m despicable, i know
i’m a Monster underneath the pretense.
you don’t realize this because you have branded
my face with a barcode that reads: friend.
though i’m not nice, not really;
i’m horrible, i’m wicked,
but i have a collection of masks
so you’ll never know i’m heartbroken,
that i can’t stand you basking in the sun,
because I hate that my eyes fill with tears
instead of joy over your good news.
because i’m a jealous mess and i’m no good
for someone as honest, as pure as You.