No,

I’m not jealous.

I’m just…

I wish I had that.

Had her, or him, or whoever.

Had them.

Wish I had a significant other

Or even a friend

Perhaps someone who cared enough to hate me

To constantly make fun of me.

Because then they’d be thinking of me

Right?

I wish I had anyone.

I see you with them

And it makes me sad

And angry

And anxious.

It makes me plead

Every night

That I had what you had.

No, I’m not jealous

Or envious.

I’m just sad.

And lonely.