Jealousy
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Jade Whale, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2007
You sit there in your group.
All huddled so close,
Talking about people you hate the most.
People look up to you,
You’re like the Queen.
But it’s all an act,
A favourite movie, the best scene.
To fit in people change, Their faces, their image and their game,
They end up being all the same.
It’s a choice that they make,
Not on their own.
Promises they break. They end up all alone.
Now that I’ve wrote this,Now that it’s been read.
With a tragic twist I’ll end.
The person I’m jealous of is the one I miss.
That person is me.