Envy

The poem speaks for it's self. I don't like to preface that much.

Conspire Against Me
For no reason at all
Your main gold and glory
is to see my face fall
you want what I have
and now have what I want
my face salt stained and broken
My eyes looking gaunt
You prey when I'm at my most vunerable
when I am sadder than you
and strike at that moment and me you do screw
you screw up my momentum
my thoughts and my plans
and wash them clean
from your cold callused hands

Coco Cashman