Everytime I see you,
I can feel your hate,
your jealousy,
green runs through your veins.
You push everyone away,
you make us hate you,
because you love to be miserable.
Nothing pleases you more then being pitied,
you feed off of it.
Always having that hardest life,
the hardest time,
trying to compare everything,
wanting to be the best at something.
If you can not have his love,
at least you can have his attention,
if only for a moment,
the thought of you shadow thoughts of me.
I know how you work,
I've seen it before,
I see your motive,
and your thoughts,
you are no longer a mystery to me.
I reached out an olive branch,
even after all the pain you put me though,
and you lit it on fire.
Watching the flames dance,
as your face lit up with glee,
you hurt me again.
I now battle with my own demon,
hatred,
I can not rememmber the last time it reared its ugly head,
but I promise,
I will stop wasting,
my energy,
on you.
I wrote this in math class instead of doing math...