February 23, 2011
By , Chuluota, FL
I would like to believe my thoughts are not green
while all the while I writh and scream with jealousy.
Why can he do everything so much better than me?
I wish I had something unique that would make me stand out too.
Why do people like his soul on paper and not mine?
I want even a fraction of the recognition that he has.
It's because I have the negative feedback, the negative swirling emotions, the longing, envy and greed,
that I write little poems
about how my thoughts are green.

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