I get jealous even though I don't really want your attention,
but I want you to only think of me.
I get jealous that I can't be there like everyone else is,
but you don't even talk to me anymore.
I get jealous you're allowed to fall in love,
but I am not
I get jealous of how selfish you are,
because this is not about you,
but about everyone
haven't been able to think of a poem in months until now