I sat on a chair by the window and looked out the streets. My hands started searching for a pen and a notebook and started writing. I put the notebook down, on my table as I finished. I read the words and it said:
“I look around and there she was
Beautiful in everything she does.
And here I am, facing a book
Wishing someone would give me a second look.
She’s perfect in very way
Dances gracefully with every sway
When she passes everyone stops and stares
But she acts like she doesn’t care.
Now dark thoughts start lingering my mind
Of destroying her in every way I find
I don’t care if I’m wrong because all I want
Is for her to get out of my sight.
I want to tear her down like she’s a prey
Break her bones, and let her decay
These thought I have are all because
I’m green with envy, isn’t it obvious?”
I tore the page off the notebook, crumpled it.