Envy
I envy the people beside me.
They have the newest, the latest, the flashiest,
I have the cheapest I could find
They talk about the exotic places they go every few months
I can only dream to go,
But I remember
I don’t want an easy life not one I was handed.
God gave his strongest soldiers the hardest lives,
and today I’ll make something out of it.
I’m making my own life,
one step at a time…
Still I’m not perfect,
but I’ll be my own version of perfect,
for once I'll be myslef.
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