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