Its not that I don’t want you to be happy
Giggling in photographs, loving your life
Its just that I dont want to see it
Unless I can feel it too.
Its not that I am trying to usurp your joy
Losing weight and feeling great
Its just that I have to keep up
To stay sane.
I feel like my love is tainted by shame.
I feel like my admiration comes at the price of silent disdain
I almost wish I never knew you
Then I wouldn’t envy you
And have no reason to complain
That you look perfect and sound perfect and act perfect in every way
and I act clumsy, and confusing and manic from day to day
Then when you say…
You can’t help but wonder how I hold it all together~
Its like you knew I needed to hear it
My thanks quickly dissipates
And its not like I don’t believe you
beaming beautiful and bright
I just wish you would break your leg or something
So I could enjoy my life.

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