Jealousy's Slave
Jealousy’s Slave
Jealousy reared it’s ugly head, and made you hate me.
You couldn’t stand my face, God-forbid it got any praise.
You made me feel rotten for being complimented.
And each day I lavished you with kindness and good sentiments.
You are my friend, at least I thought you were.
Now I’m not so sure.
It made you miserable to see the attention I received.
Afterall, it was attention you most craved and wished to seize.
I was ashamed for feeling good.
As I always built you up and did what I could.
I thought you of all people understood,
The feeling of worthlessness, I thought we both knew,
How one nice thing can keep us from feeling blue.
Yet you wish to rob me of good vibes and sweet things.
Would you prefer if I were bullied and maimed?
You my dear, have become Jealousy’s Slave...