Jealousy

• Janey Davidson , Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2017

Your insides are churning
The sensation is burning
She can walk the walk
You can’t
She can talk the talk
You can’t
She can flick her hair
She is perfect
You wish you were like her
But you’re not
You are you
No one is like you
Except you
But there is one person
Who envies your look
But you just didn’t know