Gold Lining

A poem about envy

I see my dreams come to life in the lives of other people,
walking around in all its' beauty; shiny, glorious, and not at all bashful.
Glittering in the sun like silver streams,
boasting its beauty for the world to see.
Come to life for me my dreams never seem to do,
but come to life brilliantly seemingly always for you.
For standing me up, how dare they have no shame;
when they knew emphatically that we had a date.
How lucky you are to be blessed so,
to have blessings you didn’t even lay down for.
While I sit and wallow in nightmares dressed in sequence;
and my pockets remain empty from the experience.
You are drowning...can barely stay afloat
and riding above all things, MY dreamboat.
I am not even lightly showered in the castoff of my dreams.
Staring at the splatter pattern...still can’t get how they miss me.
But because good fortune sticks to you like static cling,
you don’t even have to dream.
You do nothing to deserve such gifts
while I work and I slave to just get a glimpse.
Is this how my life is to be?
You, with your pockets with gold lining and
me hating you, but still trying to get a peek at the seams.


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