jealousy

We always want what other people obtain
No matter how ridiculous or not
The Feeling is like crying in the rain
And not having what you already got

It wrecks us from the inside out
Always putting thoughts into our brain
On why we should weep and pout
Over things we can't gain

It makes us wish we weren't who we are
And forces us to want to change
The way we did things way back far
Because we did them while deranged

Or so This Feeling says we were
When really we were just our own
It makes us through madness deter
Us from being fully grown

Can we ever beat The Feeling and win?
Or will we forever be won
By this ever persisting sin
Until we're over and done?