Glower

As you watch her there.

You can feel your body turning to green.

Because you are filling up with jealousy.

Her there. I know you her, 

You dislike her illustrious smile,

The way the wind bellows in her hair.

How everyone hangs on every word,

she speaks with her loquacious mouth.

How dare you call her a wretch.

Why? Do you know her?

Has she pushed you to the ground,

And beaten you with her bare hands.

If not, I can not sympathize with you,

Because I nor her are so superficial,

Like you.

You glower at her. Why?

Because she's pretty or is that

You think she's perfect.

Well I can tell you,

Just this one thing:

I have never met some one perfect.

Not I.

Nor her.

Neither You.