Inferior

Cheeks flaming and Red Hot to the touch... Eyes downcast and stinging with unshed tears... Mind roiling with thoughts, "Why can't i be like them?", "Why can't i be Complimented- not Insulted?" Jealousy rears inside me like an angry horse, pounding through my veins. my mouth feels like it's full of chalk, the taste of Bitter, Angry words held back. i am surprised the girl in the mirror doesn't have green eyes Churning like Storm Clouds in late fall. i give no outward sign. Inside, though, i am Collapsing under The Rise of Jealousy.